Well, good people.

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On up to bed.  I made it to 15:28.  Not great, but... back in the ball game.  A few hours more each day, and I should be back to days in just a few days.  Then to keep that for... a while.  If possible.

The electric blanket should have the bed warm.  Warm enough.  Not chill.

I called my brother, and mother again.  No answer.  So be it.

She called, right as I finished that last sentence.  I had to tell her I was just whining about them as she was calling.  Got a good chuckle.  Among other things, she was playing bingo.  Probably forgot her phone, or doesn't always take it.  All good.  Just wanted to check up on her.

Well, on to bed.  A bit tired, sore, and... odd.  The medicine stoppage is having... affects, not good ones.  Oh well.  Goodnight.