Very peculiar.

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For some reason, I am feeling very good.  Too good to sleep.  So I have remained awake.  Videos from the past are flooding my feeds.  Some from this way, others from that.  And... very oddly, new ones that I have been enjoying.  May share some of each, later, tomorrow, or... not.

I had fallen behind on the litter boxes.  got those sorted in time for trash takeout.  If... I forgot to refill them.  Sassy just went right in the boxes, empty as they were.  Had to chuckle.  Then got fresh in, cleared out the bad, and it's all good again.  It happens, once every few months, I just... lost focus, forget, and the stuff goes too bad to refresh and I have to start over.  Otherwise I clear things twice a day, and refresh once ever few weeks to once a month (since there are two and I keep them very clean).  Not sure if that is good enough, but it's what I can do.  And... she seems okay with it?

A bit of a headache.

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And a bit too cool.  I keep heating water, for coffee.  The forget it.  I'll get to it this time.  I need the warmth.  I took painpills earlier, for a variety of gripes.  It worked on most things.  A headache wasn't among the then problems.  It is now.

The idea, I think, is to game a bit.  Take aspirin with coffee.  Enjoy life a short while.  Then go on to bed.  Hoping to be rested for tomorrow.  So that, perhaps, I can get to work on the kitchen.  Another day, or two, of, mostly, fasting.  Fatted coffee today, maybe the other days.  Not sure.  Or skip even that, the next waking period.  Don't know, will think on it.

Aches, pains, need for sleep.

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Rough.  And, yet, not?  Down at 8:30, up right at 20:00.  It got cooler, out there.  Still, very nice for spring, mostly.  A bit darker?  Cooler for certain.  As well, health issues just linger.  Will try to get things arranged, tonight.  Clean up the kitchen, or at least start.  Get a shower.  Figure out some food or other.

The hope is that sometime this week I will be ready to cook again.  Then, will get to the store.  I must admit, roasts, in the crockpot, really work well.  Though, rather than cooking during the day, now that I have an idea of how long it takes, and how to cut root veggies so that they don't turn to mush, I may set up the crockpot at night, put it on a timer to start a few hours into my sleep, so that by morning it is done, or a few hours after waking.

Took all night.

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It wasn't much.  I did heat up food, the last of the pork roast and veggies.  Blood sugar was really high, then I remembered I had a big slug of milk.  Might as well drink soda.  will probably have more?  I know, but, yes.

Trash and recycling, gathered, and out.  There is more I would like to gather, and get out.  But I can't.  Barely able to stand, sit even.

A few twists.

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Been up since 20:30?  Or so.  Fed Sassy, changed her water.  Will get her litter changed out next, and get trash and recycling out.

A bit rough, for various reasons.  But it's not terrible.  Just... sleepy, achy, slightly grumpy?  Not in the angry grumpy, in the sore and weak sort of grumpy.

Still awake.

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Not for long.  Had hoped to get things arranged so that I could be to church, maybe twice.  Health has just not been cooperating.  Weather sort of sent things into a spin as well.  Not dying, I don't think, just not able to control sleep.  Or get out.  I needed to get to confession.  And, even if late, I will, before long.  It is how we are supposed to do... preferably monthly, at least quarterly, though certainly yearly.  I... don't do it that often.  I don't do anything as often as I am supposed to... visiting doctors, of various sorts, taking medicine, eating.  Not... a choice.

If you are getting out to church, say a small little prayer for me.  Not... literally... for me... more, in my stead.  Just thank God for His patients, and sacrifice, for forgiveness, and many good things... including people who will speak for me, in my stead.  He knows why I am not there.  This isn't a mystery to Him.  He knows things you can't know.  I don't fear His anger, about this.  I just like to show Him I can still visit, if vicariously.  I think He likes that I still try, in my odd little ways.