Always something.

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I do make the attempt.  I do as good as I can do.  I push, aim, arrange, figure, sweat, and bleed to make things work.  Even so, things just slip.  Medicine.  I don't think it has been more than a day or two.  And I can, and will, get right back on it.  I don't think I missed too much so that I will have to crawl out of trouble.  But I am a bit off.  I may lose a day or two.  And I did notice before all hell broke out.  I will say it is not fair.  I will also admit that, while that is true, that isn't an excuse, or even reason, to surrender or even to cover for mistakes.  It's simply one more hurdle with which we all must contend.  So... back on meds.

As for today?  I don't know.  I wondered why things were slowing, didn't get to much, though some, yesterday.  I was dragging and could not find the sweet-spot I knew should have been there.  Later in the day, or as I went to bed I think more likely, I realized the problem.  I am hoping to at least kick out the dishes, at least a general wash, and then take a shower today.  If I can get that done, then maybe work a bit more in the living room.  It's possible.  Not likely, not probable, simply possible.  Oh, and start meds back up.  Mostly just woke.  Days and nights are slipping, though they were before medicines slipped.  So little sun, then add in overcast days and...  They all feed each other.  Some of it I can do something about, some of it not so much.  Back to doing what I can about what I can though.

Sleep is pretty good.  I am not in any real pain.  Life is actually fine, today.  Yeah, I'll just get back onboard and cruise as if nothing went wrong.  And, maybe, that will be good enough this time.  Later.