Yesterday, I fell asleep in the late afternoon, and woke up around ten p.m. I was feeling a bit muzzy, and it seemed too late to cook, so dinner happened by virtue of the fact that a 24-hour restaurant (at least over the weekend) has recently opened up. So after getting out of the house (which can take a while, when there is no great hurrying deadline) and having dinner, I got home around one a.m., meandered slowly in the general direction of bed, and fell asleep two hours later.
I woke up around ten this morning, and I was feeling fine. Got up and helped make chowder for the crockpot, made coffee, and sat down in the living room. There was a little TV, a lot of poking at the computer that didn’t really accomplish much, and a sort of quietly increasing anxiety. I managed to make dinner anyway, and was just sitting down to it when I looked at my plate and a sudden realization struck me.
This was breakfast.
Food and a lot of water helped the stress and tension, some. I’m currently tidying up the kitchen (alright, I am taking a break from tidying up the kitchen because everything is handled except waiting for the dishwasher to finish at which point I can cycle the next load through), and being mildly annoyed at myself. A whole day, drat it.
Things I have learnt: Don’t do this.