Up, in a hurry.

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I forgot to get trash out.  And recycling.  I had the alarms set for 06:00 and 09:00.  I woke, at about 04:39 or something, and knew 06:00 wouldn't work, so I shut it off.  I then woke at about 08:47, and realized 09:00 wasn't going to work.  But... maybe 10:00 would?  So I reset the alarm for 10:00.  I then woke at about 09:43 (all partials subject to extreme approximations, perhaps, but within ten minutes).  

I realized trash wasn't out.  Wasn't sure if this was a recycling day.  So, up and out I went.  I got what I have out to the curb.  I don't know if I am too late.  Recycling is, or used to be, rather early.  But not always.  Trash is usually later, but, then again, not always.  The saving portion is, somehow my alarm was bumped and is on central time.  So, while it read ~09:43, it was actually 08:43.  Bleh.

So tired... sleepy really.  Tired is a different thing.  My eyes burn.  Internals still hurt, but it's a nice, warming, steady pain.  I am almost getting used to it.  Heck, it is almost comfortable.  Even the shoulder blades hurt, from twitching my shoulder... either in sympathy, or to try to stretch things out in there.  My body does it's thing, I just... am along for the ride sometimes.

Still, I am up.  Once up, that is, probably, just that.  Eyes... burn...

As I wake, for the next hour or two, I will listen.  If a truck rumbles through, I am hoping to look out, see what I might have made.  Would like to get the cat litter changed, and out, but... not sure I can.  Ugh... push!  So sleepy, sore as consciousness coalesces, thoughts swirl as I try to focus, like walking through the fog... but as part of it.  Not sure which is more disturbed, one by the other or the obverse?  Only if I am a portion of fog myself?  Sometimes the weaker version, sometimes stronger than what is before me, us.

Monday?  Who invented that day!  Oh, right.  God.  Never le minde.  Later.