From the Edge of Dementia

Not long after I made that last entry, my energy dropped to zero.  Ma has been pretty kind to me today, leaving me alone.  So I came down here to the cave and laid down on the bed and 3 hours later I was still staring at the ceiling.   The only thing I did the entire time was breathe.  Then Pop started ringing for a variety of reasons, including dinner.  

Making dinner was a bit of a struggle but now I'm back down in the cave.  

Although I've got a list a mile long of projects and obligations that need to be completed by Christmas, I'm taking tomorrow for myself, too.  It's Sunday so I don't think there will be a problem with that.  I usually watch football with Pop, anyway.  

But by Monday I've got to be functional again.  I really don't see that happening so it should be an interesting day. 

The only cure for what I've got is time. 

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