Up, but rather groggy.

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Some of it is restarting medicine.  The grogginess.  Some of it was that it was too warm, 76 up there.  I hadn't used the ac.  Well, and part of it, is I think I am waking with too little sleep.  The warmth was too much.  By the time I realized it, it had forced me awake.  I turned on the ac, it was too little too late.  So, awake I am, I suppose.  For now.

My mind was spinning.  The idea is to do chores, then mop the first time in the bathroom.  But... I really need to clear and clean the freezer top, for dishes, and get those started first.  Then do chores.  THEN, sweep, again, in there, then mop.  Sweeping, at this point, isn't much of a chore.  It's a seven by seven room!

Part of the reason I need the dishes started, is so that I make room to clean the mop, for a rinse.  There is, technically, room enough.  But I want more, and controlled, space.  I best get medicine in, too.  Restarting is tricky.

It's not even 15:00, waking around half til.  I may call my mother.  As time passes, and nothing is being relayed, I am assuming she is staying in the nursing home.  It's a done deal, and no one thought to let me know, beyond a doubt, that was the plan.  So be it.  I... doubt if she knows, yet?  Maybe.  Or maybe, she, like me, has begun to understand?

That... uncomplicates my life a bit.  But, it wasn't about my life.  And, maybe that is where she belongs, at this point.  I simply don't know. I'll call her, see how she is doing, and that is all.  I will continue with the house, and medicine, and all.  It just won't be in prep.  And, maybe, instead of helping her, I can help myself.

Coffee water should be ready.  Or tea today?  Later.