A Little Left of Center

I was up at 2:00, after a nightmare. Recurring. Intruders.

Back to sleep. Woke up at 4:30, hurried to get ready for the gym, forgot my meds. Got in the building, changed. Forgot my phone in the car. Had to slide my way back out on the sheet of ice that was the parking lot to get it. Can’t get over 80 rpm right now, sweating bullets.

Yeah, I guess you could say I started today off on the wrong foot.

Now I’m home, showered, in my sweats, eating my breakfast, because I forgot that, too.

Here’s something. I stopped at Dunk’s on the way home for doughnuts for the fam. I got myself my usual decaf medium iced with cream, sugar, and butter pecan flavor. It does not taste good, anymore. Way too sweet.

I rarely drank the whole thing, anyway. Usually I’d have a few sips and throw the rest out. The difference is I used to want more. This morning I was all set with the two tiny sips I had. I prefer my own coffee.

I still have to take my meds.

I still have to finish progress reports.

It’s a good day to be home.