A new week.

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Enough better, from re-re-starting medicine that perhaps some things will be done.  Recycling and trash need to go out before long, if a shower before that.  Then waking.  I have needed a lot of sleep.  My waking time has been short and mild.  Forgettable, if not forgotten, of late, life goes on.  It's not horrible, mostly.  It's just winter with too many demands and a horde of ankle biters confusing the mess.  I will be working on some of the ankle biters today.  Perhaps clarity and direction can be arranged going into the future.

Yeah, the meds can help, a bit, when I can take them.  This time the failure to take medicine wasn't... a logic or will failure.  It just happens.  I suppose I pushed so far over that line that everything fell.  No biggy, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.  And this time it hasn't hurt, one way or the other.  Plus, I did keep up on the snow, mostly.  And that wasn't all.

You know, I might purchase a smaller choice of deli meats and cheeses today, then some specialty bread, again.  It's an easy meal.  My tastebuds seem to be getting fussy or going lame.  I can't seem to eat easily.  Not even sure the deli goodies will work, but worth a shot.  I just can't do it, sometimes.  Have to find some odds or ends food that I can consume.

I can't just fix one thing, when it has all unraveled.  Food, medicine, sleep, cleanliness, this, and that.  It all has to be sorted out or it will stay in a mess.  So... I'll begin.  I do think it can begin to be arranged.  Hmm... I may even take two pair of slacks in for dry cleaning, in hopes of making it to confession and Mass this Saturday.  If I can figure out laundry, I might make it to the KoC meeting tomorrow.  I'd like to help with the Lenten meal this year, and the hog roast later in the summer.  It is good to work and serve.

Later.