Crashing, but pushing.

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I'm trying to push through so that tomorrow I might be able to attend something.  It gets thin in the higher stratospheres of effort.  I need to be awake until, perhaps 13:00, maybe a little later.  Medicine isn't helping or hurting, at this point.  It is merely struggling through another crazy Saturday, trying to get days and nights back on track.  As things go, I doubt if I will make my goal.  Sometimes, as I have suggested, it is in the struggle that all that can be realized is obtained.  And, so...

Not much else.  Hmm, I think I am feeding the girls, roughly, in the real morning and real evening.  I have been tending their litter box.  I can tell when I do that well.  For whatever reason, when that is kept clean, they stay immaculately clean to the touch.  When they fails they begin getting a bit dusty.  They are currently pristine.  I have been trying to eat well, and I do eat something pretty much daily.  Sometimes twice a day.  I will need to get into town soon though, I am running low on cream, out of milk, and onions might be good.  I hope to grill chicken and brots, soon.  Sliced, grilled, onion is a tasty side.  If, next, I thaw hamburger, there is nothing like fresh raw sliced onion on that.  Now that I have ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise.  Gah... I should get fresh buns, too.  I never seem to have it all, or fresh enough.  I'll put it on my list.

I am simply ghosting right now.  I have no clue about this or that.  I'll get to the store when I can, do what chores beyond what I am keeping up on when possible, but... right now I just need to figure out how to be awake at the right times.  There is always tomorrow, and next week, but that is nothing sure either, so getting things done sooner, rather than later, is the preference.  A big glass of ice water sounds good.  Maybe too.  Then I think I have to crash.  I'll try to make it a nap, but that hasn't worked well lately either.  Later.