Kitteh says, “I be da rat sitter!!! Me!”
Relapses don’t improve overnight, darnit. One goes to bed exhausted and wakes up very tired. Sleep is not refreshing. It’s just sleep. And not good sleep.
And there are a lot of other things involved in it that aren’t fun to endure, but it is what it is. I just have to deal with it as it comes, and try not to overextend myself.
I’ll get that ballot mailed this morning. Zeke is coming over so I need to shower and print out a letter for him. He’ll be moving within the next week or two, as he is one of those in Phase I, so he will be gone, soon. What a relief! I’ll have to give him all his letters this morning. Happy day.
Off to the shower. (Some days, even a shower is an effort and that’s as good as the day gets, because it wears me out.)
Sounds like a busy morning. I need to clean my glasses!
Whaddaya mean, some days? Otherwise, this part I understand.
I once thought that I would live forever, but that was an eternity ago.