Not quite thirteen hundred.

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Yes, late.  I tried to wake earlier.  Going as far as crawling out of bed at a quarter to ten.  I sat, where I dress for the day, but couldn't even sit well.  More sleep.  No choice.  So it went.  Sam arrived, at least once.  I didn't see Sassy, not sure why.  Didn't set the alarms, because they, currently, only complicate matters.

Even now, I am just on this side of awake.  It isn't even cold.  I think it was 68 or 69 upstairs, 70 in the main downstairs, though 66 in this front room.  But it doesn't feel cool, today.  Odd.  I have been eating.  A few smaller meals, cheese sandwiches of which there is enough for one more.  I need to shop.  As well, usually a larger meal in the evening.  I wonder how many calories are in a slice of cheese, a deli cut?  I'll have to look.  My usual meal is two of said sandwiches for one meal, and a single one for another.  The sandwich is comprised of two slices of cheese and three slices of deli meat.  Sometimes I have half a cup of raw baby carrots or broccoli and/or cauliflower.  But even that last is a one in four thing.  Rarely.  Still, it's... something.  Oh, and a fatted coffee, when I have it.  If even that is more like one in three meals.  Mostly just water, with my meals, these days.  Perrier, usually, plain.  Though, sometimes, tea.  Haven't lost an ounce.  Oh well.

I need to get going.  Chores, but actually dishes and a shower first.  Maybe a shave?  Yes, if I can.  The girls have had a morning treat, to buy me some time of solitude.  But they will begin begging, first one at a time, then in a tag team procession, then with both in here, at once, one at my feet, the other at my shoulder.  They should have gone into used auto sales.

Something was tic-tic-ticking.  I... couldn't think what it was.  I no longer have an analog clock.  Pretty sure it wasn't a bomb.  Ah... yesterday I remembered to stop the ceiling fan, and get it to spin in the other direction.  One way, it helps the place stay cool, the other, it helps it stay warm.  Or so they say.  Doest it work?  I don't know.  But... I like to think so.  My sensation of heat and cold is excessively finicky.  Yesterday, and/or the day before, these exact temps seemed frigid.  Today they seem just fine.  Is it the fan?  Have I, am I, adjusting?  Is it what I am wearing?  Taking?  Eating?  I... I just don't know.  But... I think so.  It would have no affect in this room, so... probably, possibly, a bit of several of those things?  Yes.

Before dishes and washing, a bit of looking around the web.  Good morning... urhm... make that afternoon, and day.