My sleeping has taken a turn for the worse. I’m getting two to four hours more often. And it’s not due to the news. It’s this squirrel in the roof, scratching, damaging the ceiling above my bed… and that’s after the fact that my quality of sleep has been poor with the bed already since 2014. This house, this environment, the isolation, for years, and it gets worse like this. I mean, animals actively keeping you awake in the ongoing process of your home being destroyed. It is such a breaking point, how much I can’t live here.
Nothing good happens at 2 in the morning… but here I am, a zombie. My sleep schedule is… not so much a schedule. But I am getting some sleep.
It’s hard to get anything done these days, tired in some way or another. And then… I have nothing to do. For days on end.
But that’s not true. There are still things I ought to take care of; I just hate being alone.
Life is tough, but it is never pointless. It’s going the same direction too far that winds up a dead end. I’m in need of interaction, and with substance, but I lack substance. Either everyone’s busy or I seem to mess up the equilibrium of things.
Nevertheless, it is officially summer in the U.S. And a mild summer so far, hitting maybe 84°F in the week, and getting down to the 60s at night. Continue reading Summer zombie→