Keeping track (They knew that state of which no man can speak;)

[supermouse]

Did I tidy my room? YES! Pol helped me make the bed. I have given up on those drawers and put everything back in the eave space, so my room is mine again. It had gone all pit-of-depression squalid.

Did I go to bed early last night? NO! I was awake all night again.

Did I take my nighttime anti-migraine pills? NO! I forgot.

Did I do night time relaxation? YES!

Did I do my dawn walk? NO! Next month I'll start again.

What's the weather like? Cool and rainy.

Did I wash and get dressed in nice clothes? NO! But I will after this post. I got up at 5pm.

Did I do relaxation after breakfast? YES! I lay down on the sofa and did some relaxation.

Did I go out somewhere else too? NO!

Did I cook? NO! Pol did! Mince casserole with swede and carrot. Not bad.

Did I take my noon anti-migraine pills? YES! This morning before I went to sleep.

Did I do anything energetic? YES! I cleaned the kitchen and forcibly tidied the living room, cleared the cat tray (it wasn't bad, Pol's been keeping on top of it) and swept the lower bathroom, and I think gave the sink a wipe. I emptied the kitchen bin and put the dishwasher on. I put things away in my eave space and changed the bed, the latter with Pol's help.


HEALTH

Did I take painkillers? YES! Cocodamol this morning and it didn't make me feel any better, so I'll do without tonight.

Did I have a migraine? NO! Well, yes, but it's not bothering me much. Unless it's part of why I went all ragey.

Do I feel MEish? YES! The wobbly legs of over-exertion are there.

How are my sinuses? Cruddy and solid.

Did I sleep well? NO! I didn't sleep all night and drifted into uneasy slumber at 9am. My eyeballs feel gritty and I generally feel wired, anxious and unhappy.

PLANS

Laundry after this post, to wash my stinking, food-encrusted sheets.

Getting back into my morning (or just-woken-up routine of clearing the kitchen.

Phone calls.

Resource centre thingies.