Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Long sleep.

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Yesterday, I woke at midnight, then didn't get down for a nap until... 15:00?  Close enough.  I slept until 17:00, but stayed down until called.  Supper then, not long after, back to bed.  I shouldn't have tinkered with a nap in there, but I wasn't going to make it without that.  I can't be sure when I went to bed, but no later than 19:00, I think.  Almost 7:00, and I am just awake.  I woke several times, and the girls were beating on the door.  Brats!  Seriously, that is just rude.  I suspect Sam, most of the time.  Even if food and water are good, if she wants to go outside, she'll mess with the door.  I think she has friends visit.  Probably a fixed male, but she likes him anyway I think.  Probably goes out so they can just stare at each other.  Bah!

I have taught the girls, to some degree, that messing with me is not wise.  I am lenient if it was a very long sleep.  I sort of consider them back-up alarm clocks.  They have learned that they will not be fed anytime near when I wake, though they may still plead, lightly.  No!  Still, knowing that they get food four to six hours after I wake does... fit into the calculations, and energy used in their efforts.  This morning Sam sounded like she was becoming a rock drummer.  Gah!  But, fair enough.  I'm up.

Today?  I don't know.  It's been rough.  I know I am missing medications, even with all my effort not to do so.  Sleep and waking is messy.  Dreams, a chilled over fever, and some other things, are adding up to an odd, sometimes uncomfortable, walk through a very hazy natured life.  Oh well.  I will get better.  Or not.  I have survived decades of far worse.  A summer of discontent is better than even a month in a complete fog-bank.  I'll just keep looking for doors and keys.  Hmm, for the most part, I'm not even grumpy about it.  Just a bit sore and stiff when I finally get to something, for a while.  That trip to town has left me feeling a bit weak and battered, and sun-burned.  Still, sometime in the middle of this week, I will get out again. 

Get to it, if you can.  Later.

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