A day missed.

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Not sure which day... Friday, Saturday, or Sunday.  I do my best.  Can't always tell when medicines were missed.  And, it may have been compounded over several days.  I simply can't remember having missed medication.  Or food, if I probably missed more meals than medicine.

A call missed, and several texts.  Not sure when.  One text was from someone I absolutely don't know.  The call and other text I do know.  I'll have to get back in touch with them.  One was asking for help.  Help I cannot offer, currently.  Standing, and doing very small tasks, are beyond me currently.  More is impossible?

Will keep trying to do more.  Will have to wait and see.

The clocks are all reading 10:22, currently... 09:20 when I started waking.  The thing is, I was almost sure it was later than that when I went to bed.  Or, at best (worst) nearing that when I went to bed.  I'm not sure how I can be awake.  I am sure it wasn't yesterday, when I woke at this time... or went to bed at this time?  Something is very strangely off.  Not sure why I would be, or how I could be, awake.

Comfortably awake, if not all that capably awake.  I'll try to sort things out, and get a few things done, in any case.  Odd how sometimes I can feel totally feeble, then just be able to do.  Though weakness isn't always purely of flesh.  It can be just as bad being just of thought, will.  With either, or both, of those diminished, the flesh is just as weak as if it had no food, water, or else, for too long.

Still, it's always about doing things.  So I will try.  Later.