A bit of a struggle.

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The five alarm did wake me.  And I was... getting up.  Not sure what happened, but ended up sleeping until well into the seven alarm.  It has... five or six snoozes, ten minutes per.  I think it was the fourth one at which I finally got up.  Or... knew I would so shut it off.

Litter, then fresh water, and finally food for Sassy.  Water started, for coffee.  And the machine turned on, so as to be ready when I got to it.  It takes a bit, as beside the computer turning on, I unplug the internet each night.  I don't want the machines to be accessible while I sleep.

A bit grim out there today, but not particularly cold.  Even without the space heater, the main thermometer upstairs read 64?  Give or take a degree.  That, for me, is quite warm.  As mentioned, that can be as low as 54, maybe even 50?  With the door shut, and on colder days.  Ugh.

Now to sort through the day.  Gaming and coffee as I wake.  Then... hopefully dishes and laundry.  Maybe some work upstairs.  Possibly breaking down boxes.  Things, as is possible.

Christmas?  I keep thinking it is right coming up.  I finally know the day.  Seems odd, but I have never remembered what day Christmas is on, for Thanksgiving, or else, for most of my life.  Well, there is the 4th.  But... that... sort of is self explanatory?  Something about being the youngest of many?  Or... just a special sort of retardation?  I don't know.

But, finally, I do know when Christmas is.  Thanksgiving?  The last Thursday in November?  Right?  Something like that.  I still have trouble with my mother's birthday, but oddly remember my brothers.  Ugh.  Though, we didn't always celebrate my mother's birthdays.  It's... an odd thing for women.  Age.  More so than for men.  And, my brother and I were competitive.  Our age comparison, and when our birthdays happened, hammered in the time.

Still, dates just don't stick, with me.  For women, all I have known, even the day we met was important.  And they create whole... mythos surrounding the dates, and times, of events.  That is one thing I have never understood.  Time... doesn't mean to me what it means to you.  And women are totally time based.  Nearly to a subset of religion.  I have never quite understood that.  Then again, I haven't been as excited about Christmas, or presents, as some.  Just... different... I guess.

Well on with looking around, waking up.  Good morning.  Monday, is it.  Christmas.  Hmm... since I remember, I may do some extra prayer sessions.  In gratitude, thanks, requesting blessing, and sending blessing and peace.  Even in a difficult life, this has become an easy thing.  Graces are potent.