Late down, late up.

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Medicine.  I was so late taking the first dose in order to take both doses I had to be up very late.  I like six hours between doses, if even that can be tight.  I would have been to sleep much earlier otherwise.  When I push through, I have to come down from the effort.  You would think I could just collapse at the finish line, but no.

Dreams, lately.  Good ones, from what I can remember.  A few women I would have liked to have had more time with, however closely or distantly I did end knowing them, some cars I enjoyed driving, places I had forgotten visiting.  To be honest, the more I saw, did, knew, the more I just wanted to go home.

I honestly only ever wanted just one woman.  The rest were attempts to replace the irreplaceable.  Couldn't remember her, so couldn't let her go and move on.  Now, sure, if a bit late.  At least I can finally remember her fondly, sweetly, kindly... and... if not completely let go, at least move on.  Enough should a good woman become available I might go her way.  No replacement, a new woman in her own right.

Dishes have gotten a fresh soak.  Only half filled, over half cold water.  It may need emptied and completely refilled, then given an hour to cool.  Too hot then, really, but I can manage.  Heavy duty gloves...  Then back to the kitchen and bedroom.  A bite to eat first, and to check on the trash, pulling the barrel back either way.  Yeah.

Good day.