Nap indeed.

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I am not sure this one did much good, and I rode the alarm, almost hitting snooze.  No getting out of bed before the alarm was possible.  Then again, I just literally flipped my schedule 180 degrees, and in the shade.  The sun just isn't playing nice.  A good thing, sort of.  It is already in the high 40s and low 50s for highs.  The sun would make it hot, or too hot for my immediate tastes as I am coming out of hibernation.  My friend suggested that we have a week or more of sun coming up.  Bleh.  But that might get me moving.

How does a barely alive creature even have the capacity to complain about things he shouldn't really be able to sense?  I still think the Navy realized it was the heart, and how bad it was, but didn't think I'd live very long so just didn't care.  One less meat pile to serve.  When the V.A. got me, since I hadn't been properly diagnosed, they simply kept me on as an experiment.  They make more, in study grants, for specific cases possibly, than what I cost them a year.  Business.  That is one possibility.  I am not sure which of the possibilities is worse though.  But they all dive to the bottom as fast as quota-folk.

I may cook a solid meal tonight.  Most of my dishes are done, so... The cave is still messy, but that is just the way it goes.  And it will probably stay that way until conditions improve, change, or more both, probably.  It's just haggard, it isn't... terrible.  Mostly.  Later.