Life is still a bit screwy, but better.

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I'm sort of back to my first week after my trip, though with a bit more breath and energy.  I am hoping I will continue improving.  It's easy to stall out and just drift.  I keep trying to push my day, and I do, but I don't know how long I can keep that up either.  I may simply have to tolerate my waking hours being night hours, for a while longer.

The days are definitely drawing down.  At not even 19:30, the sun has drawn down.  Why do I use military time?  Not for the reasons you might think.  Waking and still being exhausted, often confused, as if I had just popped out of a washing machine (to no good ends other than to add to disorientation), telling the state of the day by having clocks and watches show military time makes life... less confusing.  Having two 7:30's in a day is damned foolish, especially when both of them have a very similar eye feel, mostly dark with 20% chance of some light. 

I may begin to get into things, and such.  Really, the first things I need to do is to clean my kitchen and free up wash areas, including laundry while I am at it.  That just opens up room for more things that need cleaned or washed, and food prep.  I just haven't been eating, at all, other than what has come in.  Boy am I hungry by the way.  I still haven't made it to town.  Maybe tonight, or tomorrow.  I'll keep that scheduled.  I have my phone ready to go in, to make sure anything I buy works before I leave the store with it.  An extra hot meal wouldn't be all that bad, either.

Not much else going on, or to tell.  Oh, but, as to why I shot off a couple of "cool your jets posts"?  I had a hundred visitors to 'the post'.  I've never had a hundred visitors.  Scared me, it did.  That's way too much attention for a recluse, even if an accidental one.  Way too much attention.  Red flags were flying at full mast in gale force winds.  Don't do that.  Sneak watch as per protocol, damn it. 

Hmm, yeah, later.