Where are the signs?

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I woke right at 14:00.  It looks like I woke just in time for the sun to... almost... probably as close, from the looks of it, as it has or will get today, to shining.  I growled and hissed at the girls.  Being an ogre through the cave, letting them know I was not interested in feeding them right away.  "Argh!  Oogh!  Boo!", repeat as necessary.  My girls know that means leave me alone until after coffee and... something.  If I don't do that, they use me as a claw junglegym.  Even now I have to, sort of, watch my back.  Sam was not wanting to play at all, so asked to go outside.  Since it looks dry, and sunny, I let her go.  Then again, I don't think that was registering at the time?  Meh, I probably considered it.  And she would have too.  Sassy just kept out of the way.  She's the one that will really rip into me.  Even, sometimes, like yesterday, if I have fed her twice with the wet food.  Not sure what gets into her.  But she gets to the head of my short list, and might even get set outside if she persists.  She is spoiled, and shows it sometimes.

As to sign posts.  Okay, here is my deal.  I am barely waking up lately.  Medications are all back on schedule, and well.  But the sun, pretty much, has been under for... well... most of the week or two before heading out and since I returned.  Yes, I know, your dear soul can pump past a little weather.  How nice for you.  That, however, has nothing to do with me, especially after a minor major push.  So, I am thinking, if someone could put some signs up in my home.  Go here, do this, turn right?  Meh, wouldn't work.  It would just add clutter.  But... something...  I don't know how to get the engine started.  That's all.

I'll try to hit the bathroom again today.  A wire coat hanger, strapped to the hose, more tape to hold the balloon on, and keep it air tight, plus a bit extra to keep the bare metal of the hanger from damaging the toilet.  And, again, I am hoping to unload the vehicle.  Yeah, no, that hasn't happened.  I went for a little hooch in my coffee last night, but one was more than enough.  Sometimes that can kick things over, but I couldn't feel it.  The spirit of spirits was not with me.  Still, it did help shake off the cold for just a bit.  And I don't mind a sip or two a week, be it beer or spirits cut to mild sipping strength. 

Dreams though.  Crazy women, crazy cats, flying at the speed of light, figuring some calculus problem that was fun but... not what you'd call a day project, and building a cold cellar.  Don't ask me, just stuff my mind wanted to do.  No, I have, pretty much, a cold cellar.  I guess I've just always sort of liked the idea of those old circular, deep, dirt ones.  One of my great aunts, or great aunts in law, had one.  She wasn't, ever, a pretty woman.  But she was handy, helpful, and knew how to keep a home in stores.  She had become a very strange old bird by the time I knew her.  And I was just a child then, which doesn't help in making assessments.  But I already wasn't just a child, and could see around corners most children didn't even know existed.  I had some compassion for her, and respect, if just a touch of fear.  I knew I confounded her.  She knew I was... different... too.  When you can see into a soul, some of them can look back.

Whatever!  Now, where are those signs!  *grin*  Gotta wake up.  Not sure I would even notice them at this time, or for the next few hours.  Waking up, as the song goes, is hard to do.  Breaking up, you say?  Shut up.  Later.