Awake, and better?

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Down around 18:00, give or take an hour, half an hour?  awake around five, but I didn't push on out until a quarter after seven.

Fed Sassy first thing.  Clipped my toenails next.  They have been needing clipped for... a while.  Hurting.  I got them fairly well trimmed.  But, will give them a few days and trim them again.  They were out of trim enough that I couldn't trim them how I really want, but in a few days they will... with the trim and continuous showering, be in shape to get just right.

The last few months have been a bit on the rough side, so taking care has been impossible.  I am coming back to it.

Working on the bike, pushing the loan through, managing assets, planning more purchases and kit... sort of forcing me to wake, and do.  Which is... helping me get back on my feet.  Practicing on the bike, too, will require me to push through, and will both test and strengthen me.  

Today?  I am going to get a shower in.  Then try to manage food.  If I have to eat out, that is what is required.  As well, I will be digging into this front room.  Tearing down boxes, getting food and else put where it belongs.  Not at great speed, but... a good start.  The goal is to weary myself by, say, 17:00 to 18:00, then get to bed.  Have everything ready for in the morning.

I need to be awake by three to four, and in the shower.  A bit of time for coffee and waking here at the machine.  Then to dress and be gone within an hour.  Should work out well enough.  And, really, that should give me four hours to get there, in what is usually a two hour drive... if at 75 to 80.  I'll very possibly only be going 65 to 70.  Though, hopefully at a time where that won't be as much of a problem.  Less and slower traffic anyway, hopefully.

Medicine has been taken.  I have been doing very well with getting it in this last week or so.  A stumble?  Maybe two.  At most.  But, I think I have been doing very well.  Does it help?  Not... quite yet.  However, regularity is better than irregularity, even when the net results are slightly negative?  I think so.

Dreams, of a visitor.  Not... the kind that knocks at the door.  The woman who ghosts into my bed, touches the hem of my cloak, and such.  I was sure who she was, but when I called to her, she... seemed confused?  Ah, but... I... may know why.  You can change some things, but the ghost of you will... always be you.  Not who you try to make her, in this case, be.  Though, not certain.  If she visits again, I... will seek that truth.  Then again, she may simply not remember who she is.  But she... knows where she is loved.  If, and more, she... doesn't understand love?  Could have... just been a dream, but I feel that it was far more.  She was naked, afraid, and alone.  But knew where to go to be welcomed in a powerful way.

Hmm... on with... something.  Good morning, day.