Good sleep.

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I... needed sleep.  Wasn't sure I would get it.  Sassy sure wanted me up.  I fought her, my own inclinations, and all else.  And, made it to 1:30?  Giver or take ten.  Even so, I'm... it's... tough.  A bit of a fever.  Just light, under the skin, on the fringes, edges.  But it's there.  It's been there for weeks, months probably.  Not as noticeable when warmer.  Not always noticed, even in the cold.  A slight, permanent, infection?  Or... of late.  Though, I think I have had something in me for... since I became ill nearly forty years ago.  Something that comes and goes, or is more present or less more like.  Fever is always there, just doesn't show as much this time as that.

Which is why, while they found nothing in the biopsy, the antibiotics still did a lot of work, on various parts of my body.  Did... strange things.  There are terrible things living in me.  I suspect doctors knew, just were hoping those things would take me out, if the heart didn't get me.  Or that these things would make life so miserable that I would commit suicide.  Which... actually I did.  Even that didn't work.

Anyway... still... up.  Sassy got fed first thing.  Now I need to try to pull my life together enough to get trash, and maybe recycling, out.  Actually, get both out.  But whether both to the curb is another question.  I'll get some coffee, see if that helps.  Because, it's... tight.  Just being awake, right now, is a trick.  Coffee and more water.  I've had some water today.  Possibly could use more?  Probably.

Oh, and the music this morning.  Yes.  I... know.  I thought people had... forgotten.  Moved on.  Echoes, in time, I suppose.  Truths?  Someone thinks so.  Me?  I don't... think.  What is, is, or isn't.  Not... my worry.

Someone... was busy.  I... don't mind.  I... remember.  Amen.