Okay. Note to self.

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Skipping through hours and days wrecks schedules for a while.  Actually thing are so messed up currently that no grasp or hold on uniformity by which a grasp could be ascertained exists or even could.  Hmm?  I mean, my sleep is happening in two to five hour batches.  I can't seem to track waking hours as I crash well before being able to actually sleep.  I am tumbling through time and days as an aerial acrobat who lost the bar.  I'll... have to hit, figure things out from there.  No idea when I will hit.  Have one more hoop shortly then one in a few weeks.

The note to self is, for the future, if again, this way doesn't work well.  It doesn't help regain a day schedule.  And it's a messy way to hit appointments.  However, if all else fails... as it had... it does develop an opportunity for the seemingly impossible if for a hefty fee.  Literal psychic confusion, nausea, exhaustion or enhanced exhaustion, and a complete loss of connection with time and place.

Still amazed it worked.  Was sort of working it anyway, just to obtain packages.  Adding on, this time, further for another objective, really titrated the price, by the minute. Had to be done.  Am still amazed.

I thought it was 11:00 when I woke.  Not so much, was 14:30, give or take a few.  Must have examined the clock earlier, while rolling back to sleep.  Sleep is rather good.  Not great, but not that horrible sleep which offers no rest, akin to attempting to slake thirst by drinking sand.  No, not bad.  More sleep and deeper, unbroken, sleep would be helpful.  If not, I'll get back to it as is, just at a slower pace.  Even it deteriorates, I can do that too.  Living this close to death has taught a patience, in some areas, which few can know.  Later.