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It is now Sunday morning at 01:35hrs. I’ve had a bad day with the concentration, mind-blanks, a tumble, and the mind has not been my own.
Worrying, which comes oh, so easily nowadays, has played a big part in my Saturday sadly-sinking morale. The arrival of the 2nd food order in two days brought on feelings of guilt and shame. Shame that I cannot seem to be logical about anything at all.
This afternoon, when I made a snack and was washing up the few pots used, Weariness-Willy walloped me. I could do nothing but get sat down and drifted into a deep sleep that even the daymares did not spoil – for while dreaming… the usual, distorted things from the early years, somehow I knew I was dreaming and was pleased that I was sleeping. Had Doreen’s Dementia played any part in this catastrophically depressing, mind-wandering Samstag?
First photo of the day. Followed later…
By three more.
Wash and nearly dressed. No trews was put on. I’m not going out anywhere, so a relief for the
Then came the mind blank, the big one.
The Carers came, but I can’t recall much or who.
I had a snack of sorts
Weariness-Willy Attacked.
Turned off the computer and
did as the body told me to… I
Woke many hours later and
to destroy my daydreaming. This is when I think I.
waffled on a bit. But maybe not? Yes… I did!
Got back on the computer.
Went to make a brew..
I went back to the computer and saw signs of my
having been nibbling rather a lot in the bin…
I worked on this blog for several hours.
It was suddenly… to me, 03:20hrs!
Where did the day go?
Made some nosh.
Got down in the c1966. charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige coloured, not working, crumb-covered from the nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, virus breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, recliner.
Put the TV on, anything with subtitles…
But it was not needed. Around 04:00hrs, I drifted off into the land of blissfulness and peace.
But, as tired out as I felt, Sweet Morpheus mocked me and woke me up with a jump and jerk several times. The Git!
TTFNski Each!
Sockglide Glenda may have been trying to kill you, but at least your BP was down. Excellent photos. Too bad the nosh was not good.
Cheers, Tim.
Thanks.