Not a bad night.

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I... think I went to bed earlier.  Not rightly, quite yet, but before midnight?  I think so.  Just.  I slept quite well.  I had the alarm set for nine and noon again.  I woke a bit after nine, shutting off the alarm and just rolling to a wake.  Something like that.  I may start setting the alarm for eight, trying to get up just a bit earlier.  If that leads to sleep earlier, then... maybe earlier.  For potential late nighters, I can do naps?

I dreamed.  I have dreamed that there were a few others who were living very close to death, like me.  Two in particular.  A man older than me, and a man in his middle ages.  Both deathly ill, dysfunctional.  I have dreamed of them before, every few to five years for the last couple of decades.  Nothing fancy about the dreams, so I didn't write about them.  Too odd to try to explain, anyway.  Last night, my mind sought them.  They... are no more.  I am alone.

The ducks are fed and out, I cleaned cat litter last night, changed their water, and have been feeding and treating them regularly.  I had two meals yesterday.  Leftover brots for this morning, one to be chopped, added to an egg scramble, with diced onion, and a glass of milk.  The last will be a later lunch or earlier dinner.  Sounds good to me.  Then, hopefully, a shower.  And, maybe, finally, work?  I don't know.  One can hope.

With plenty and fresh water, the girls really keep their fur fantastic.  Oh, and this year, Sam hasn't bothered thinning her fur.  It never got hot enough.  Sassy never thins her fur, I don't think she knows how.  Sam acts as a mum, but there are limits.  On to meds and breakfast.  Good day.