I’ve been doing ok with life. I know I’m doing poorly and only getting a few tasks done per day. By around 3pm I nap or just stare at the ceiling. Later in the afternoon, I start TV and get a few shows in before sleep.
More accurately, before I lay still awaiting sleep. Since Sunday I’ve been taking a nighttime Benadryl for allergic relief against the bed bugs, but it also makes me drowsy enough to fall asleep before 1am or 2am. I have developed breathing issues. I cough. I’m not sure if it’s the allergies, or something more serious but in keeping with who I am, I won’t do anything about it until it gets worse.
Essentially it is an extension of the breathing problems I’ve had for almost a year. It has gotten worse and I still ignore it.
I chatted with a friend in Toronto tonight about moving. Shortly after, a wave of sadness just appeared. I started blogging right away and it passed. I have many things to do and so little time.
I keep the sadness away as long as I can.
