After a long night.

You all know that I was short of sleep after yesterday's very early morning rising and no nap during the day, which is sort of miraculous for me, because I used to be famous for my naps. So, having lasted all day long on too little sleep, I was worn out by the early evening and I went to bed at eight o'clock and slept until 8 o'clock this morning. I want to say uninterrupted, but I did have to get up to go to the bathroom and another time to let Tyke out who started to bark by the bedroom door. I figured we couldn't have that, waking up the neighbors, so I released him, but he was back in the bedroom when I woke up this morning and hadn't gotten into anything while he was out. He probably just wanted to pester Gandhi.

So, I slept twelve hours and it took me an hour to really get my head together after I woke up. I realized I hadn't taken my medicines when I had been up for an hour and had finished my cup of coffee. It used to be the first thing I did at 7 o'clock in the morning, because I was already awake then. There's no chance of that happening now.

I also only drink three cups of coffee a day now. I have one in the morning, as opposed to the three I would have to get me functioning at a high enough level. I suppose I needed the caffeine to feel good. I was artificially altering my mood to a better one. I think I drink the morning cup of coffee out of habit now, I wonder if I really need it to get at any sort of level. A cup of tea might do the job too. Anyway. I don't have another cup of coffee until the afternoon, when I want one for the taste of it, because I do like a Senseo cup of coffee, but I'm very quickly satisfied and hardly ever finish it. Then I have another cup in the early evening for a little bit of a pick me up, but I never completely finish that one either. I think I don't need the coffee to alter my mood all the time. The medication is working to the point that it makes me feel good at a steady rate all day long and that is one of the things that I noticed very quickly. I'm taking Welbutrin, that also gets sold as Zyban that is used to help people quit smoking. It helps me stop eating.

I've taken Tyke for a walk and it is a different experience than taking Jesker for a walk. Tyke is full of life and very alert and curious. He notices everything around him and wants to investigate all. He picks up three different kinds of scents and wants to follow all of them. His nose is constantly to the ground, just like Jesker's was also. They have that in common. Tyke is also very busy marking his territory and kicking up dirt with his hind legs when he's done something on a bit of grass. I guess the biggest difference is that he notices noises from far away. Jesker was almost deaf and didn't really hear anything anymore, but Tyke picks up all the noise that goes on around us and stops and listens and tries to locate where it comes from. He's a clever little guy.

I'm sure Gandhi would disagree with me, as she constantly has to find her refuge on the dining table. She does get very tired of him and literally attacks him, which he thinks is playful behavior. She has her claws and teeth in his head, but he has such thick, curly hair, that he doesn't feel anything and thinks it's all a joke. They clearly miscommunicate. When she wags her tail, he thinks it means the same thing as when he wags his tail. He just totally adores her and thinks she's there for him to play with all day long just like another little puppy. I should get a little kitten for him to play with, except that I don't want more cats because of the neighbors. It would be a solution, though.

I hope this isn't going to be one of my hypomanic ideas in bringing happiness to my dog. I can just see it turn into one of those schemes that's going to end up badly and I will not have thought it through properly, but act on an impulse. The writing is on the wall. I will figure out a way to get a kitten and that will be the beginning of all my troubles. I have just warned myself while I am still of sound mind. There's already a devil sitting on my shoulder arguing with me. Maybe that was the little absence I just had. A change of mood.

I must go walk the dog again. I feel I need the exercise. After that I will attempt to do my income taxes. I do have to get serious about that and not be such a ninny. I have until April the first, but I don't want to postpone it until the last minute. I'm afraid I'll lose the letter reminding me to do so. I do fear the tax offices and the penalties I may get. I'm an obedient citizen. Just not a very eager one. I do procrastinate when given the chance and only do the things that give me pleasure. Sometimes there's so very little of that, that it must be taken advantage of. I'm ready for an overdose now.

Have a splendid day, everyone. I must rouse my dog and put him on his leash for a brisk walk.

Ciao,
Nora