Well?

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Nothing.  I am gaming more.  To some that is a bad thing.  To those who have experienced catatonia it is fantastic.  To escape the black hole of pure thought, or the even less of the blankness only Zen might rightly describe, is very good.  Sleep occurs as it does, as it must.  I don't, can't, arrange, resist, choose when to sleep or wake.  It is erratic but seems to have found a pattern that has somewhat stabilized.

While I don't attempt to control sleep, having been burned a few too many times recently, I make every effort to find ways to work.  The chances are slim, success is rare, the price can be high.  I hate having to crash before finishing a whole project, or even a leg of it.  Laundry, as an example, can be spooky.  Have you ever forgotten laundry in the wash?  Nasty, fast.  If I can't be sure to get it into the dryer, I will hold off.  Hmm, actually I think I can... just the bedding from last week and a few towels.  Plus, if that doesn't get folded right away it's not an issue.  Wrinkled clothes, to me, are not cool(to within my capacity).  Sheets can be wrinkled... actually sheets are wrinkled even when I carefully fold them (fitted)!  Still, alone and mostly dead means being a beggar of sorts... beggars can't be choosy, not always.  The rules.

The main problems are focus and memory.  Until I acclimate to the dark and cool, that just won't change.  And small amounts of work exhaust quickly while recovery takes longer.  I need to prioritize much more precisely, if the aforementioned difficulties complicate that plan.  Still have to try.  May need a nap already.  Oh, a spat of bloody noses reminded me of medicine.  I reset the dispenser yesterday, starting that back up.  I do try.  I actually believe in this medicine for the first time in my life.  Mostly.  It might not be perfect, or as much as might be best, but it is helpful and as much as I can do.  I'll take it when it is within my ability.

Yeah.  Laundry after the nap, then paperwork and a bill.