A bit late.

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Just... going to sleep... I get lost on the way.  Still, waking around 3:00 is possible, 5:00 shouldn't be bad if necessary.  Yes, I'll push for it.  I would like to improve enough to finish school.  But only if I can keep days for a year.  I would like to be able to work.  If not full time, some work.  Preferably telework, or such.

The trick might elude me.  I have been doing better, shaving, showering, brushing my teeth, taking care of the critters, very slowly getting ahead on the house.  But it is a fragile truce, disturbed easily.  I am so tired, as well, most of the time.  Still, much better.  Truth be told, when I feel better, as when I feel much worse, I worry.  I have absolutely been dead at least three times.  Right as death hits, pain(s) ease, and I become sure I will make it.  Even the chill becomes more tolerable... fading into the background.  Oh, I do know that place, that path.


It is fresher in here.  I got their litter.  Ducks were still good.  A final brush, then cat food out, then bedtime.  I'll let the squirrels in tonight.  Good night.