22:30hrs: I woke up, already concentrating on what will most likely, be my longest-ever updating session. Yesterday’s events will take a lot of sorting out. I took a few photographs and xyrophobia-suffering, flat-burglar, brother-in-Law Pete, with his Galaxy S10+Fold, which increases the storage to 1TB. That operates as a normal smartphone until you open it, at which point it becomes a small tablet. A snip at £1514.4921, took the other photo’s at his mansion and sent them to me via email, to use.
With my concentration so bad at the moment, all I need is any of the following to kick-off: Saccades Sandra, Dizzy Dennis, Shaking Shaun or Neuropathic Nigel’s neurotransmitter failure to start, and it may never get finished. My Koyaanisqatsi, lack of proper education and knaifatic upbringing is handicap enough on there own, without the unwanted or asked for ailments helping. Humph!
I made a start on the updating as soon as I’d had made a tasty cuppa of Glennghettie tea, wash and took the medications.
I took a very shaky photo through the kitchen door facing the unwanted, new, light and view-blocking window cannot get to clean, windows. The shakes and twitching nerve transmissions are now really getting to me, as they have made my holding the camera steady enough to t a take any worthy, semi-clear shots are so annoying.
In between having many mugs of tea, consultations with the notes I made, and Dizzy Dennis visits, it took me until gone 09:00hrs to get the post finished and posted off! Yes, a total of over ten hours! Such is my ridiculous circumspection and lack of control of mind and body! I fear I might have to finish doing the Inchcock Today’s, and I love doing them to try and cheer folks up.
I am in a right pickle now. Drained and shaky. But something has to be done, or help found. I might just do the odd ode now and then, instead. Saccades Sandra didn’t help things today, she had me with double-vision. Causing me to do more correctionalisationing that typing! I am sad, undecided person. Unwashed and feeling despondent and so tired-out. Depressed beyond my own belief!
Gawd, reading this makes me feel a right sad moaning Git! However, I tried to pull around and pressed on sending some pictures to Pinterest. Went on the WordPress Reader. Then spent far too long on my beloved TFZer Facebooking. Topped up some photo albums. My typing got even worse now!
I got some mushrooms and peas ready to warm up. I put the oven heating up too.
As I did so, the door-chimes rang out. It was the second long-sleeved brown t-shirt delivery. That the Tracker said would arrive between the 11th and 14th of the month. Somehow, I’m not surprised.
A good job I hadn’t what I had initially planned to, and gone to see the Bank Manager today. Not that I would have had the time.
Around 1400hrs, I gave up altogether, and closed it all down, and went to get something to eat, before I fell asleep. Saccades, getting worse.
Got the nosh sorted. The place looked like a battleground by the time I’d got it served up. Dropped saucepan, spilt over bowel, scattered garden peas, blood from cutting the finger, crumbs… Humph!
Got down and ate the meal.. rating 7/10.
Washed the pots and did the handwashing.
Settled in the recliner and had a mind stew. I have to stop doing these dairy type things, they are just too much for me in my state.
Feeling low, unwell, undecided and decidedly down in the dumps.