Daylight Saving's Time.

I slept through the whole night. Well, I did wake up twice, once to go to the toilet and once to let Tyke out who was gently growling at me, trying to get my attention. I went to bed early, though, and slept well into the morning, or so I thought. Then I heard the man on the radio say that we all had to turn our clocks back one hour, so it really was only 5 o'clock in the morning instead of 6. That was a bit of a disappointment. Here I had done this marathon sleep and I wasn't even getting full credit for it.

I sat behind the computer for a full hour with 2 glasses of cold milk and thought everything was gloom and doom and awful and horrible, until I realized that I needed to make coffee and that all would be well then. So I did. It was a tough process, putting the paper filter into the machine and measuring the coffee, I did a slapdash job and figured anything would be alright, as long as it tasted halfway decent. I was so unhappy and couldn't wait for it to get done. 

I had to make cigarettes on top of that and went to work and when the coffee was done, I very quickly downed a cup and waited for it to work, which it very quickly did. Thank goodness! I became a totally different person with a whole new outlook on life and all was well, especially after I had my second cup. If the sun had started to shine and the birds had started to chirp, I wouldn't have been surprised. It was a metamorphosis. How did I ever think I would make it on a deserted island? I would miss the coffee and cigarettes too much and go stark raving mad.

Right now, I couldn't be happier and all is well with the world. I've just taken my medicines, but not my tranquilizers, which I had only taken one of during the day yesterday and didn't miss one bit. I would have taken 6 of them, but I figured that they were one of the causes why I was so tired all the time, which is great when you go to bed at night and need to go to sleep, but which is not nice when you need to be awake and alert during the day. So, forget the tranquilizers during the day. 

For a change, I'm happy that the day is starting. so maybe this extra hour is good for me. It is like getting something free for nothing. Of course, it will be different at the end of the day when it will be dark early and I'll sit here with the lights on prematurely. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Experience will tell and I'll let you know. Maybe it won't be all that painful. 

I forgot to take out those stud earrings during the night, but much to my surprise my ears haven't swollen up to the size of Brussels sprouts, nor have they started to itch. It may just be my lucky day. It would be very nice if it turned out that I can wear these without any problems, because then I can go back to the drugstore and buy this brand all the time, because that's all they sell. Sometimes a person does get lucky and things work out just the way they had hoped for. I would be very grateful if they did. It's the little things that make the world go around. 

I have to take Tyke out for a walk. he's been out back, but I'm sure there's more where that came from. So, I have to get dressed and comb my hair so I look halfway decent. It's not very cold outside, but it is going to rain, though it isn't at the moment. I do have to take the opportunity and go while I can. 

Have a good Sunday!

Ciao,
Nora

A Poll

At the top of this blog you'll see a poll. It would please me tremendously if you would take part in it so I will know what the heck I should do. I have a general idea, but I want you to have a say in it too.

It's early in the morning and I'm sitting here with my usual cup of coffee and cigarettes. I forgot to shut off the heater last night, so it is nice and comfortable in here and I don't even need my bathrobe, yet, because I did turn down the thermostat when I got up. I can't believe I was such a wasteful person. Me, with my energy efficient light bulbs and my energy efficient bike. That I should leave the heater turned on! Tsk tsk!

When my personal helper was here yesterday, we took Tyke to the post office, the tobacconist and the pet shop where he, with my help, got to pick out a good toy. It's been a tremendous success so far. He's been doing nothing but chewing on it and taking breaks from exhaustion. It's a big old squeaky rabbit that's pretty tough. Now that I know how much he enjoys this, I'm going to take him to the pet shop soon again and have him pick out another toy. I didn't realize that it would please him so. I think that if I buy him enough interesting toys, he will forget about being destructive with my stuff.

I didn't have my usual domestic help yesterday and I don't know why not. Maybe she just had a day off and they forgot to tell me. The girl they sent instead was okay, but not nearly as thorough as my regular one, though she did do the dishes unasked for. She also cleaned the refrigerator, so I suppose I shouldn't complain. You do get used to people, though, and the way they do things, and the apartment seems cleaner when my regular help has been here. It smells better too.

I've gotten quite attached to both my domestic helpers and wouldn't want to miss them for anything in the world. I realize I've got the best of them after having had some others come here instead when they've had their days off or their vacations. Some of them are competent and some of them are not at all.

I had my spider plant sitting in a cubbyhole in the bookcase and then kind of forgot about it and it must have felt very neglected. Maybe it was also not getting enough light. I suddenly had a good look at it yesterday and saw that a lot of leaves had turned brown and limp. I took it to the kitchen and cut all those off and gave it a good soaking. Then I put it in a different place closer to the window and now I hope that it will perk up again.

I think I may have over watered another one of my plants, because it suddenly dropped a lot of its leaves, which is a sure sign. I'm going to have to take it out of its outer pot and let it sit in the kitchen sink and drain really well. Hopefully I haven't done permanent damage to it.

The plants that are doing really well are the ivies. They seem to be indestructible. They grow well and take a lot of water, or not if you forget. They've constantly got new little leaves on them and I'm going to have to cut them back when they get too big. They do give you a lot of satisfaction, because you have to invest so little for so much growth and they take relatively low light conditions too. I can definitely recommend them for those of you who don't have especially green indoor thumbs. Which I don't.

I just remembered that I have a load of washing in the machine that needs to be hung up on the drying rack. I think I will go do that now because there are some clothes in there that I want to wear soon. Then I'll go strip my bed and put clean sheets on it. My God, what's wrong with me, it's not even dawn yet.

Have a great day!

Ciao,
Nora

Untitled...

I have a good old case of writer's block. I have been sitting here looking at this blank page for an hour and a half and could not even come up with a title, let alone some subject to write about. I slept very deeply way into the afternoon and was awakened by the sound of the telephone, or so I thought. I stumbled out of bed, but heard nothing, and I have been sitting here ever since trying to gather my thoughts together with the help of cups of coffee and cigarettes.

I was up earlier in the morning, but threatened to end up in a very bad mood for lack of sleep, so I went back to bed immediately. That was the smartest thing I could have done, if I had stayed up, I would have been in bad shape by now. I don't know what shape I'm in now, I have no idea. I can't figure out my mood. I think I'm still not properly awake yet and that it's going to take some more coffee before I find out. I have the best of intentions, but the road to hell is paved with them. 

When I was a teenager, and I slept late like this, I had a heck of a time coming to my senses and I could not be talked to for the first hour that I was up because I was in a stupor. My mother was so incredibly cheerful and I just sat there silently and drank my coffee, trying to remember who I was. It's awful to be talked to cheerfully when you yourself aren't. It makes you extra grumpy. 

So, I must be like that teenager now and really need my time to come to my senses and be in a stupor when I wake up so late. At least I don't have any cheerful people around me. I'm spared that, but I do have these cheerful animals who are innocent as to my morning mood and who have no idea that I'm a slow starter, although I think Gandhi is more aware of it than Tyke is. She's very thoughtful when she moves around me. She's all delicateness. Tyke is all awkward paws and slobbery kisses and barks and talks. He does give me a lot of leeway and doesn't get obnoxious until his bladder really stands to burst. Like right now. 

For a change it wasn't that cold outside. It's 52F and the wind was blustery, but not unpleasant. The sun is even peeking through the clouds. Someone said it's going to be another cold winter like we had last year, but I forgot who it was. I must have read it on one of the blogs. Don't say you heard it here first, because I don't know if it's true. I hope to God it's not true, because that's one thing I'm not prepared for. 

I must go back to sleep because I'm falling asleep behind the computer. It's taking me a while to recuperate from this hypo manic episode.

Have a good day.

Ciao,
Nora

Blog hopping...

I've been up for quite a while and have been doing what comes natural and that has been blogging over at Wordpress,. I started another blog there and I'm not going to give you the link to it but leave it completely up to chance for you to discover me there and maybe one day you will. I don't know how hard that is. I just thought I would fall back into anonymity. 

I don't know what I'm doing with all these blogs, but it seems like a good idea to have all of them to keep me writing and to keep me out of trouble, because that's what I seem to have been getting into lately. Maybe I am mad and don't know it and nobody has told me that I am and I'm living under the delusion that I'm quite sane and normal. Anything is possible. 

It's early in the morning now and I'm drinking coffee and having my cigarettes. I feel quite cozy here and am very much at peace with the world and my surroundings. I have not one bit of sleep in my body and I'm looking forward to taking a shower later and washing my hair which badly needs it. I will use my lightener shampoo and have perfectly blond hair. 

I've got my clothes picked out, in sofar that I've got it down to 2 outfits and I have to make a final instinctual decision when I look at them this morning, but I think I already know which way I'm leaning. I feel cheerful and that calls for red and a minidress. It's not going to be so awfully cold today, so I don't have to dress extra warm.

Rainclouds have moved in and are trapping what little warmer air there is and are keeping frost from developing. It's now 43F and much warmer than it was yesterday morning and it's going to be 54F today, which is much better. I won't be freezing my buns off when I go to see my psychiatrist on my bike this morning. That is, if it's not raining, otherwise I will have to walk under the umbrella. I don't mind either way. I prefer not to get wet, though. 

I had every intention to have a good long sleep last night, but it didn't happen. I laid in bed being bored and waiting for it to be time to get up until I couldn't stand it anymore. Sometimes I think that sleeping is such a waste of time, until I get a shortage of it and need to be be put under and rest for 12 hours straight. Other than that, I think it is highly overrated and I don't see why I have to get all of it at night when I feel so good and there are such interesting things to do. The nighttime is infinitely better to be awake in than the daytime. I haven't figured out yet why that is, I only have hypotheses. 

I've still got the heater on against the cold and in spite of it I feel the draft from the cat flap, even though all the windows are closed. It is actually very well sealed, but somehow it still lets in the cold air. The bedrooms are colder anyway because they are always in the shade and they have single glass windows, which I think is a crime. I do wish they would replace those. There's always a lot of condensation on them that you get rid of by having the radiators on. Those rooms are wet and cold and need to be wallpapered and painted. I'm ignoring that as much as possible. It's too big a job for me. 

Tyke's been surprisingly well behaved all night, which goes to show you that he's only bad when I'm asleep. I think he resents me being asleep as he gets bored or something. He doesn't do anything destructive when I'm gone from home. He's only mischievous when I'm asleep. 

The problem is, that when I'm asleep, I'm sound asleep and nothing wakes me up. I don't hear any noises of him ripping things apart. He could tear the whole bedroom apart and I wouldn't notice it. It's only when I have to go to the toilet that I find out what he's been doing and by that time it's too late. The damage has been done and he always thinks of something to get into that I've not thought of. The most unusual things aren't safe. He never ceases to surprise me. Well, of course he couldn't get away with anything during this night because I was awake. He does know when he's being bad. He's not a dumb dog.

I think I will take my medicines now and take my shower. I'm ready for squeaky clean hair and a good outfit. It will be a pleasure to put on something different and cheerful. Something to match my mood and my rosy cheeks. I will see if the laundry is dry and get ready to put another load in the machine, There's nothing so nice as clean clothes. You can't beat those. 

Have a good day!

Ciao,
Nora