Always tomorrow?

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As far as the mortal coil goes, to the extent ot it's awareness, yes.  When the last lights out happens it is no longer a, at least conscious concern.  Trust me on that one.  Well?  It's tomorrow!  Sort of.  Until the day officially starts it is right before tomorrow, another shot at another shot.  Not a morning man, though sometimes, at the right angle, as with the crack of dawn.  *looks askance*

I'll try the list for yesterday.  Sleep was better.  Down around 18:00, up around 4:00, add an half hour and sleep, while still short for recent norms, is more tolerable in every way. If I can get sleep to six to eight hours, and days to fourteen to eighteen, I can begin digging out.  Yeah, I know, would just be a short-term thing until the next crash.  Still, it's something to shoot at.

I'm prepping a roast, if another splatter of spaghetti and dose of raw milk might kick things off. Meds are down, heat is up, I think the plan has abetter start today.  I thought I had the heat up earl yesterday, didn't... if I am sure I turned it up.  Electrical hiccup?  Threw me, in any case. Today I am watchful, listening.  Tricky damned world while my environmental margins have reduced to that of the fiscal margins of a bum.

Good morning, Dawn.