Awake and well.

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Sleep was exceptional.  I didn't have to fight to warm, THEN settle in to sleep.  Being well warmed, sleep arrived quickly and rather gently.  As, to my mind, it should.  I woke a time or two.  Good things, this time.  Just... keeping my head on a swivel, even while sleeping, as possible, reasonably.

Today?  Will see.  I may gather laundry, and dishes.  Not sure I will eat but once.  I brushed my teeth first thing.  Will do the whitening before long?  Or after coffee and an hour more.  The laundry I am looking for is technically clean, but has been stored for quite some time.  And blankets.  I do wash wool blankets in the machine, on gentle.  But air dry them.  Cotton blankets go into the dryer.  Though, if I am not bulk washing, so not running out of hanging space, I prefer to air dry even my cotton blankets, bedding too.

Up longer than intended.

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Warmth.  I dressed for the cold.  But, then, turned the furnace up.  Fine.  Normally I would turn the furnace back down.  This time I forgot.  But, it was the warmth that allowed me to stay awake so long.  Well, twelve hours, or so.  Which for me, currently, is nearly a marathon. 

I had thought it was twenty thirty when I woke up last night.  It wasn't.  Closer to eighteen or nineteen thirty.  I haven't checked my clock.  But beside the 12/24 hour setting easily bumped, the US time zones can be easily altered.  I will check that when I wake.  Too tired tonight. 

Ah, that's the problem!

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I woke at... eight... ish?  Unkay.  I... still dark?  I roughly tried to roll out a few times.  Tangled.  In blankets.  That must be how newborns feel, at times.  No way out.  Though, after a few futile attempts, I realized I had arms, legs, opposable thumbs, some will to coordinated action, and some other features and abilities which greatly assisted in extrication. 

The pauses between failures were very short, not hours as it can be.  I am sure God thinks these events are a joy, much as we enjoy puppies struggling to wake and animate from deep sleep.  It's the little things, even for God.

Up for a bit.

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Leg cramps.  But I know why, without doubt.  Fixable.  But I was clean awake for the pain.  Needed to be up, tinker, and such, before being able to return to bed.  Tired, still, terribly.  But the pain simply needed worked a bit past.  So it was.

I had forgotten to do the whitening, on the teeth.  Given the last few days, I couldn't do it all.  I got that done, some gaming, and a fatted coffee.  Coffee first, of course.

A very long day.

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First, just to wake and get going.  That was awful.  It was cold.  By the time I warmed enough to sleep it was pretty much time to wake up.  It took longer, went slowly, but was timely enough for my purposes.  Never did fully wake though.

First to the post.  A key mixup was sorted, and packages where obtained.  Vinegar, six gallons in two packs of gallon jugs.  Mother used one of that same order since spring, on God only knows what.  I waited until she moved to order more.  But why send through post?  I thought the USPS and amazon got spanked for robbing taxpayers?  Back at it, with dems back at it?

Then to town.  Banking for both of us.  Grocery shopping for me, walmart for her while I shopped.  She had a few things from the grocery store.  She paid.  While I was getting burger and cornish game hens, I got her several birds and some burger.

Then on to lunch.  Then to my place.  Salsa, some of her clothing, a bunch of small other items, some larger items.  But a rather long time getting things she needed or wanted.  Ugh, but this, that, those, and these.  I finally had enough.  She'll have to figure out some other time with another driver. 

Then all that over to her place and unloaded.  A table set up, with the reverse osmosis moved onto it, her side bed rails set up, plus a few other things.  But I was crashing.  I had to call it off and leave.  Arriving home between seven and nine hours after leaving today.

Brutal.  Crashing painfully.  I'm not going to try anything fancy.  Just on to bed, to sleep, as quickly as possible.  Good night.

Cold.

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Here, upstairs.  Though some of that is due to me pushing a bit long this night, into the morning.  Just couldn't sleep.  About to go down now, but a bit too tired for body warmth.  Though it is getting cooler, down to 30 tonight.  I'll eventually warm as I sleep.  Oh... there is still an ac in one of the windows!  I will remove that tomorrow.  Been meaning to do so for... a while.  Keep forgetting. 

I have alarms set.  Hoping to be up and at it on a good time.  Things to do, perhaps.

Awakened by hunger?

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I think so.  Very strange, rare.  We were planning lunch, today.  That was also skipped.  Perhaps my mind began noticing we, I, it had missed an opportunity.  Warmed rice pudding, using keto sweeteners, sweet spices, and cream.  Wanting more warmth, I made white tea.  Wonderful.  Though, sometime, with left over tea, I would like to use that instead of water to heat the rice. 

I went to microwave it.  Couldn't find it, on the counter?  Right.  It is in the Xterra, to be given to mother.  All good.  So I pulled my small stock pan.  A liter or so.  Perfect.  That is how I want it.  Though, mostly, rice isn't high fat, so is safe(er) to microwave.  Still, I use brown rice.  It has bran and else.  So... is still not best to warm in a microwave oven. 

Plans.

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I had planned to visit mother today.  She wasn't there, forgot her phone while in the front room, looking for me in the wrong parking space.  So... that didn't work.  I was moving slowly.  I was up later than hoped.  But I showered and was there reasonably timely.  I called, often.  Waited.  I can't get in on my own.

All good.  I did what I could do, what I considered reasonable.  Clean, with clean clothes, mostly on time, and bearing gifts.  I don't even mind her not quite connecting.  I was really tired.  Still, set up for another go... when it will work out.

Ah, politics.

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I hope Trump thanks Israel for the republican drubbing?  Though, some of it was their own doing.  Refusing to legitimize the election process.  But... they knew that would be the outcome.  Better to have dems in control, than chud conservative voters! 

A good thing?  No.  But, sometimes it's best to let the thing die than to let it suffer.  Though, as I suggested, we aren't even a democracy.  We are run by unelected intelligence and political police, along with multinational corporations.  How much was the fix, how much was failures in both houses to do... anything, and how much was Trump's Ukraine and Israel problems?

Hmm, always something.

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I missed an appointment today.  Mother has been trying to contact me daily.  So, to get sleep, I have to shut my phone off.  Didn't see her text, or their text.  I turned it on in time to be able to do a minor favor.  But didn't see the other texts.

We are going to have to talk.  If she needs discussions, people with whom to speak, she has to find those.  I just can't be there for her, or others, or pets even, often enough to make that reasonable.  Once a week?  Once every other week?  Something like that.  Or I will have to block her number.  I... can't do that.

A good go at things.

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Two more loads through.  The last drying.  One load of wool socks left.  Those will be hung to dry.  Well, of dirty clothes.  New and stored?  I could probably do a bit of that.

Dishes were also, mostly, finished.  Every time I turned around, there were more, somewhere.  I probably ended up doing three loads.  A few things, from supper, and new measuring cups and spoons, remain.  I even washed the stove top off.  And half the counters.  The more messed up ones.  The other counters just need generally hit, when I do the last washing.

Getting a few things started.

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Laundry was set up first thing.  My morning was mid afternoon, which works well enough.  A fatted coffee, sorting the next loads of laundry, and gaming when sitting was required.  A good day.

After a few loads done, all arranged for the rest of the laundry... for a while, then supper was planned.  Nothing fancy, fried burger and rice, just that.  I should have added cheese.  Next time.

Nancy.

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A dream?  Memory?  I'm not sure which, though if a dream, that facility as an accurate memory.  Forty three years ago, this fall.  Noodling on the bus ride on way home from a junior varsity football game?  Or some such.  Then to our homes, on the way, walking together... 

We went off somewhere, together.

Achy one way.

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And the other.  Whether I sleep too much or too little, I ache.  My neck, ribs, lower skull, and shoulders, mostly.  I am not up vast lengths of time, just more than usual for the last few months.  Say... eight hours at a go, waking every eight to twelve hours?  Or so.  An odd schedule, but better than eighteen to forty eight down, even seventy two, down. up only two to six hours before back to sleep for extended lengths.

I wish I could say I had control of these things.  Bodily reactions to... illness, health, sound or the lack of it, weather, and whatnot.  A strange way to go through life.  I am surprised, some days, when I wake and am still alive.  All good.

Finally into the mid forties.

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Not exactly cold.  Definitely cool.  Though I did turn the furnace down to 68.  That will work for sleeping.  A bit too cool for trying to be up and about.  There was a time when that, even 64, was fine.  Those years are gone.  As well, the extra 250 plus pounds which made that possible.

After suffering through cold a bit too long, trying to make it through, I surrendered.  Turning the furnace up to 75.  Just to warm, get rid of the chill.  After, I will set it to 72.  Uhrm, after showering while it is warm.  While awake, I will keep it at 72.  Turning down to 68, maybe 64, while sleeping.

Got it.

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It took two trips.  And I had to put gas in the tank on the way.  But the girls, cat and dog, were taken over.  With food, litter, treats, and most else?  Most.  Plus the reverse osmosis system, her diet soda, a few jugs of water so she can store some, a plaquet, some things that arrived she had ordered, and a few other odds and ends.

She was obviously lonely.  She has reasonable neighbors, as it turns out.  All making due.  Aren't we all?  She found a couple who want Jasmine.  From the sounds of it, a good fit.  Plus, she can see her from time to time.

Awake?

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I will know in a few minutes.  I will post whilst sorting the notion.  I think so, I think I am.

If so, a fatted coffee, a shower, another flush through the reverse osmosis's new filters or two.  Perhaps something to eat.  Then getting dressed.  It will be a couple of hours before I can get out.  But... it is what it is.

Oh, right... food.

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It has been quite a lot of sleep.  Days, end over end.  I needed sleep far more than food, for a while.  Tonight, I suddenly needed, and wanted, food.  I haven't been having fatted coffee or tea, a regular fasting consumable.  Just water, and little of that.

I figured I would be hungry tonight.  So I had thawed burger and a cornish game hen.  Or... small chicken really.  I went with the chicken.  Oh, it was wonderful.  Needed more salt, strangely.  Easy enough to add, if that doesn't season the bird as fully.  Usually my seasoning and spicing is spot on.  No worries.  Other than salt, the basic flavors were right, and extra at the table... was sufficient.  Ah!  8 forgot to add salt to the bird's cavity.  I was half asleep when I prepared the hen.

Empty effort.

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I slept on and off through the day.  Trying to sort things, and call mom.  It just wasn't possible.  I did make food, egg burritos.  I did have coffee, brush my teeth several times, and do the whitening.  Everything in an abreviated manner, even the whitening.  The stronger form is only kept in for between an hour and half hour. 

I did everything in the shortest fashion as sleep would call, demand my attention.  I just couldn't be sure I would be awake long enough for a protracted effort.

Mom kept calling.  I just wasn't ready, or able, to set anything up.  So I didn't answer.  I can't believe how absolutely exhausted I am.  Tearing up when I push it, as I am now.  Not like tears of pain.  Simply from utter exhaustion. 

Tomorrow?  When... when I can.  Good night.

A very good, long, warm, sleep.

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I wasn't convinced I would, could, warm.  Or sleep.  I piled the blankets on, curled into them.  And shivered.  At some point both the cold that bad been afflicting me and the conscious awareness of it slipped beyond my knowledge.  Not sure which went first.

Then I realized it was lightening outside.  Overcast, so a dim light.  Just no longer nighttime.  Warm!  My legs and feet seem chill, but are warm to the touch.  And the rest of me is pleasantly warmed.