Up earlier.

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It took snoozes to ten thirty.  And great effort even then.  Wondering if some of my problem was ac, and an enclosed space, being cooler last night, I shut off the ac and opened windows.  *sigh*  No appreciable difference.   It must, mostly, be medicine.  And the biological affects.  Just... going to have to suffer through it.  Another few weeks to months, like it or not.

Medicine restarted today.  A few days off was good.  Mother's larger wagon showed up today.  When... will I get that?  When will the tv mount go up?  When will my bedside table be put together and set in place?  Good questions, all.  But SHE goes back and forth on the wall mount.  Not until the room is painted, she says.  Now she wants it done yesterday.  But, the wagon later today, or early tomorrow.  The nightstand after, but by an hour or day, I can't say.

If, and I do mean IF, she is sure she wants the tv wall mount up, before painting, the probably Monday.  Ugh.

Oh, thank you for not goofing with the plant, whoever was doing that.  Yes, we noticed.  Mother saud it remained correct yesterday, and I waited until this morning to check.  It's a fragile little poof of a flower, you were killing it.

Missed an appointment this morning?  Bah.  I'll call and reset that.  Then get blood and a u.a. managed, plus a small grocery list to attend.  All good.  Coffee in, now.  Water after.  Painpills.  Life is brutal, on top of exhaustion.  Back of the skull feels like it had an unfavorable parlance with a two by four.  Meh, I've had worse.  No, really.

A shower.  Then maybe a real shave?  Got the majority of whiskers off with the trimmer.  If I can stand, I would like to polish that off.  Ugh.  Yes, that, potentially, bad.  But... all good..

Later.