Fixing sleep.

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Down at 1:20, up at 8:45 or so.  Each night for the last three I have reversed the trend by going to bed an hour or more earlier and waking earlier.  An hour?  Or two.  A change in medication, weather, or temps, and control will probably be lost.  Still, while I can, I will apply control.  It might be a war that can't be won, but individual battles... I will win sometimes, or for a while.

It was 64° upstairs, 68° in the main, 65° up front, and only at 58° outside.  I must admit, I was surprised.  It... is fall weather.  I can't be sure, especially with false temperature reads being perpetuated, and temperature history being altered, but this is more like October than even September.  It's good.  It's also very unseasonable.

Ah, the post, late?  Well, the videos kept flowing.  On and on.  I, even so, only picked a few out of... dozens.  The sensations remained as well.  If both the vids and feelings don't exist, nothing goes out.  As to sadness?  It isn't about that.  Not for me.  What if she and our child lived?  What are the odds we would still be married?  Slim, especially after my fall.  If we were, what would that be like, or mean?  A dry duty bound scarred hunk of faded love?

Anyway, it was put together before bedtime.  It was scheduled.  I was trying not to flood the market.  I may never remember her name, but she is back.  Or, as back as she can be.  Not a replacement for a woman, just with her own place.  A just place in my life.  I don't owe her my life, just a place in it.  Later.