Awake at a good time.

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When I woke, I thought it was too early.  I suspect I did wake at 23:00, perhaps 1:30, maybe both, and between the clock and how I felt, went back to sleep.  I don't remember exactly, but I was so sure it was one of those times.  I have checked the clock three times within a minute before, having forgotten I just checked it several times, to then remember and chuckle myself awake or back to sleep.  Actually I do that several times a month, sometimes a week.

This time that wasn't the case.  If I really didn't want to wake, I was sure I had slept plenty.  And I am on the hunt for a day schedule!  A year from now I want to be applying for school.  It doesn't have to be perfect, but it has to be five to six days a week.  Getting off track means shoving back to days very quickly.  And, really, up by 3:30 to 5:30 is my actual goal.  An excellent time to do homework and general study.

Dreaming.  So much of that lately.  I can't remember what, not exactly.  Swimming in pools of naked women, war, food, and God?  Crazy, maybe, but it has been wonderful.  Every night for a while now has been rather busy, dreamwise.  Not quite wall to wall, just frequent, or so it seems.

Blood sugar is quite high, at 222.  Working on it first thing.  Every once in a while blowing the thing up has to happen.  Now to figure out how to fix it.  Not enough fat this week.  I was unsure about money, or I would have found a way to get more cream.  Even the storebought for a short term emergency use would have worked.  Actually it was both money and the inability to get out.

Ugh.  Today?  I'll check the laundry, give it a last whirl then fold it.  Bag trash cans, hit the bathroom, do work in the bedroom, then go to the post office.  Waking first, as well as cold tea while I set fresh tea on.  Oh, and set dishes.  I may take another shower, just because... a quicky.  Yeah.  Later.