Waking can be so rough.

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I had meant to have the trash and recycling at least ready to go, possibly to the curb, last night.  Didn't happen.  It has been rough lately.  Sitting, gaming.  Would be sleeping if not for gaming, like it or not.  Being haunted isn't too bad, actually reminds me of good times, the value of love, even reminds me that I am still loved.  Even those who reach out as their time draws near, kin or other, it is good to be with them in a way few can.  Death is a terribly lonely thing, how well I know.

While awake, getting to simple chores doesn't work exactly as hoped.  Still, I often get to it in a reasonably timely fashion.  To deal with waste today I had to rise before I was really ready.  I had thought the bins full to overflowing.  So I pushed my way up and out.  After gathering all, as I was putting the bags in the bins... next to nothing, just the few, anemic, bags I had just attempted to fill.  Not worth dragging to the curb.  My change in diet involves a lot less packaging, and less shopping as well?  Dunno.  Still, my conscience is clear on the matter for now.

I would love to return to bed.  It isn't possible.  I used too much psychic force waking to undo.  As well, I need to hold days for a bit longer.  A nap, in a bit, perhaps.  Later.