Something is just wrong.

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Moving slowly.  Not responding.  I set alarms, to get going, and don't even hear... remember hearing... them.  I've set the alarm three times and can't remember one going off.  That... isn't lazy.  Something is just not working.  I think it is the cool.  It was 66 in this room this morning, 70 in the rest of the house, because the furnace is there to catch it.

I did dress warm.  Warmer.  Long sleeves would help.  Hmm, I have a pleasant fleece jacket around here somewhere.  Technically, part of my layering systems.  A midweight.  It isn't waterproof or windproof, but good under one, the other, or a double duty shell, or heavier coat if it all goes hard cold.

Still, I... feel warm enough.  But as summer fades, so too do I.  I don't think it is quite seasonal, in the way psychopathogens try to introduce it.  It is merely a fading of capacity.  It has nothing to do with mood, it is biological.  Which is why extra lighting really won't help.  I do understand hibernation.  Would, if I could.  Turtles, bears, fish, reptiles of other sorts... is a turtle a reptile?  I... think so.  I used to go down.  Based a bit on weather, a bit on the strenght of the sun.  Both are goind cold, and fast.

Just because I am failing doesn't mean I have to quit.  I may, for a bit, quit, before long.  It becomes painful to even try.  I have some things I really need to get done, though.  And there are things I really have to do.  Hollow inside, dead feeling, lost, weak, tired, sore, pained... I have... things to do.  The animals must be fed.  And, sometimes, even I have to eat.  And eat enough to... cycle the system.  Or I get all stoved up.

I best get on to something.  Maybe.  I hope.  Later.