A weak awakening.

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I haven't had it this rough in a while.  While it is 8:30 and some, I was actually awake at more like 7:00.  I tried to go back to sleep then, but couldn't.  Nor could I get out of bed.  Then again, even now, I am not at all awake.  While it usually takes a little time and mild bumbling to work out neuro, psychic, and muscular actuations, this morning is just brutal.  I am going to chalk this up to medicine and weather.  It seems as if there was a major change.  Are the clouds gone?  I'll check, in a bit, when I think I would be able to see and figure.  It seems like it though.

I know there were many dreams.  None are available this morning.  But given my condition and the type of dreams, they may pop later.  Or not.  I don't have the sense that there is much of interest to them.  I could be wrong.  Sometimes they are just like life.  Sometimes there is some little bit that, to me, possibly to others, makes them interesting.  No, sometimes and however, accounting for taste.

What today?  Anything I can get to!  I am a bit frustrated.  The the weather and medicine are both on a snit, and they each, alone, can cripple me.  I am getting through things, from time to time, anyway.  And, yet, I'd sure like to be digging through whole rooms, not spots, or chores, or parts of things.  Hmm... if the weather is good enough, I might just get out and clear gutters... and check on the plants.  Yeah, that would be good.  I need to do dishes first, though, I think.  Could be, maybe.  But first I'll have to wake, probably eat too.  Later.