On to bed.

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I made it to 11:19.  Not... perfect.  It's as good as I can do.  I'll feed Sassy before going on to bed.  And leave the door open.  It keeps it warmer up there anyway.  Oh, the space heater is in, but I won't be able to fool with that right this morning.  Crashing, hard.

It was good to eat again.  Nothing fancy.  Or, well, it was fancy.  But... not much of it.  Half a steak?  At one time, that would have been near sacralige?  Or some such.  Never left food on the plate.  And leftovers?  Wouldn't have heard of it, at one time.  Now?  It'll... do nicely, both the leftover, and that there is one.  Life changes.

Still feels cold.  It sneak in, on the air.  Between the spaces.  I feel the cold, even if the thermometers in here all read much warmer.  I sometimes think it's some form of psychosymatic thing, but... it always proves out.  When it drops, before I see the temp, I know it.  No matter what I have the temp set, on the thermostat, I can feel that bitter cold.  More to it than mind tricks, jedi mind tricks?  :p

I'll check bp tomorrow, whenever I wake.  And, if I can get to a shower, check weight before.  Though I have weighed myself before and after showers, and there is no weight difference.  Who knew, besides me?  Seriously, had to laugh.  I believed the notiong that a shower would add a few pounds.  From what I have seen, it didn't add even ounces.

Have a great day.  I'm going to sleep like a log.  I think I'll enjoy it.  Goodnight, and day for you daylight yahoos.