Awake, mostly.

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I did get to sleep.  A little rough at first.  Just getting to sleep was the problem.  When it hit I can't say, only that when it finally hit it was like being hit by a train at speed.  I set the alarm for 4:00, hoping that... something would work right.  I woke just a bit after 3:00, on my own.  I've been tinkering this morning, with the extra time.  I could still overshoot the aim but I think I will do fine.

I suppose it is cold out, but no more than usual after thinking things over.  While I am having some problems, I did see what could be the problem.  This last Monday is known for being the most depressing Monday of the year.  I used to laugh at such notions, as I often don't fit them.  In this case I think it may be correct.  The sun, even when it puts in an appearance, doesn't seem to do it for long or do it strongly.  As such, we go through sun withdrawals, culminating in a form of depression.  That's just the way it is.  Add in that I am messing with medicine and, well, it's just the way things have to be for a while.

I hope to get to the various shops this afternoon or evening.  Who knows though.  Maybe tomorrow, if not... or the day after, or the day after that, or... next Sunday, or Wednesday, or... sometime soon.  Hmm?  Yeah, maybe a shower.  Those have been happening much more regularly.  It is sort of funny though.  When I have had a woman in my life, a lot more care is taken, and given.  It makes short separations enjoyable though.  A week off a year?  Scrunge days?  Yeah.  It's not that a woman demands these things so much as that my body responds to her, and my my mind wants certain things to be a certain way.  Slavery to a notion.  Not a bad thing, mind you.  I have to guess women go through it from their own side.

Well, later.