Sleeping like the dead.

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I have had times where, in more recent times, I slept two naps in a day.  Sleeping four to six hours, then being up that much.  But not in memory have I slept full sleeps twice in a day... and still been tired.  I am sure it is medication.  Taking full dose starting out has more of a price with it than thought.  Then again, it got cool again, to add to it... or it seems that way.  That might just be me?

Looking at the thermometer here, which also shows highs and lows, it registers 68 F (I have found it reliable versus other thermometers placed together).  It is putting the low at 64 and the high at 75... which is strange, almost unbelievable.  If it got to 75 in here, it should still be that high.  I don't think I did any cooking yesterday, though maybe I turned the furnace up?  And higher than I thought, in order to try to get going?  Maybe, I just don't remember that though.  At 14:00 and change, if it got that warm outside, it would still be rather warm, even if it cooled off.  Air temp doesn't track down nearly as well as it tracks up.

Oh, but the girls were not happy.  They broke into my sleep, invading my very dreams.  Sam did it once, on her own.  It was not enough to wake me.  Next time, Sassy and Sam did it, one on each side, in stereo.  I woke and realized it really was them.  Though I had never quite heard them meow like that.  Especially in unison.  Very very strange.  Fair enough though.  I probably haven't been keeping as up on their feed as usual.  Oh, sure, they have hard cat food, but they... have come to enjoy certain luxuries.  I'll tell you, I didn't realize they could learn such things from me.  To go into someone's dreams is... a bit of a trick.  There are reasons not to do so.  I do think they had to have learned it from me.  Well... that's the story.

I'm not feeling great, or too awful.  A few aches and pains, possibly from oversleeping.  A bit groggy, as sleep doesn't seem to be doing me all that much good toward obtaining restfulness.  On the other hand, medicine and sleep, and some solid efforts on my side, have allowed that wound to finally solidly scab over and begin to heal.  That had me worried.  More so since I couldn't get rid of the excess fluid built up for past the first week of medication.  All good, I'll... make it.  I'll still cover it, for bits of time every few days.  Just... an added protection.

Hmm?  Well... a shower, trash out, and some other stuff... or not.  I'm alive, again, but not necessarily awake.  The heat, at this time, might end up doing me some good.  And it is, most likely, on it's way in the sooner rather than later span.  As my friend my have suggested, as an inverse giant, if for quite different reasons... it is happening, again.  Oh, I know, old friend.  I am hoping that it all comes together and I begin ripping and tearing into the house, keeping up with the new growing things, and keeping reading and learning.  Good day.