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The highlight of today, if that’s the right word… was waking up. Or, instead, unable to wake up.
This is about the sixth morning in a row where I’ve woken up with the best of intentions, only to fall asleep. The morning summoning to the Porcelain Throne arrived, and has for days been a saviour. But not this time. I’d lain there trying to make a monotonous nodding off again for an hour or so, and the summons to the Porcelain Throne arrived earlier than usual.
I welcomed this, thinking once up and about, I’d be able to get on with things. The Trosky Terence-controlled evacuation was messy, hard, then gooey, and then liquid. I’ve got used to this over the last four days and, of course, now expect the follow-up of stinky fluid that adds interest to the session.
I cleaned up and went to the front room to get redressed, sat down, and Zzzz! For an hour or so, and still did not wake properly. I was more out-of-it than ever, may have had some mini-seizures, not certain.
Ejaz did his bestest for me; he’d left by the time I started to come round. I assume he’d given me the medications. Hope he was not annoyed with me.
I’ve just had to change the keyboard, it was repeating many letters, ten or fifteen times, so regularly.
This one has the wrong keyboard lettering. The hash key, usually next to the Enter key, has a backslash and a bar. See this photo, please. I think a few others might be wrong, too. What a loser I am!
I digressed there again. Anyway, with twenty minutes of getting up, I started to feel more with it, half an hour later, I was as good as I had been in days. 
What’s going on here? Doctor… Doctor!

I took a view from the kitchen window. It stayed misty and cold all day long.
Took a decent snap of the front car park.

This late afternoon shot of the amazing clouds with the even more amazing single showing of the sun.
It looked to me like either a ghost bird or a flying fish on the lighted parts of the sky.

I didn’t, I’ve only just noticed at 2020hrs, have a wash & shave today. I’m too tired to bother now. All the more pressure to get up early and finish the ablutions. But will I make it? Oh, dearie stinkikng me!

Well, going to get some spuds in the oven, butter and salt them, and eat them with a last-day-dated smoked streaky bacon slices. Bet I fall asleep eating them.

Hope to be back in the morning to finish this, or maybe in the afternoon with my daily getting-started struggles of late. I’m not confident. 
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Saturday morning, another refusal from my mind and body to get out of bed… more in the next issue of this World Famous Disasters of Everyday Life for Inchie Blog. Notorious for his mass followers’ praise, compassion and understanding. Both of them.

On with the updating, here goes, keyboard permitting.

Prepping and cooking the day’s meal. Then I took this pair of snaps of the views of the night sky through the windows with Kodak-Tim-2.
Not overly good. The sky has been misty all day into the night.

I got the spuds out of the oven, put cheese, some sea salt, and no butter-butter on top of each one. 

A decent meal this time. It took some eating and was a messy affair with the no-butter-butter running all over the place. Still, it did taste so delicious, and finger-licking, and there was a lot of that, good! A mess to clean up. Tsk!

Doing the washing up of the pots, dishes, and myself took me yonks. I ended up with a dirtier-than-usual kitchen… well, a messier one. Then took this snap with Kodak-Tim-2 from the kitchenette window.

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