slow convalescence

well, so as not to miss any more days, i'm doing this very early.  doing quite a few things very early today, guess it's how it needs to go.  i'll live,

anyway.  i got up today, feeling some better.  the cough was bringing up some stuff, which is always a good sign.  i got rolling, with a 630 call from Lonnie and Syd telling me she couldn't go to school because she couldn't reach Jo and he was washing her school shirts.  so she went to school and i got off the phone with Lonnie and i went into the living room to put on coffee because I hadn't got a pot ready to go the night before.  while i was waiting for it, i said my prayer because i came out of my sleep to activity and had forgotten to hit my knees.  then i took my meds, had insulin and breakfast, ham and cheese and onion and pepper omelet.  i did nothing, as planned.  my dad called, but i didn't answer and tried to call him to let him know whatever it was i'd get it tomorrow, but i couldn't reach him.  calls kept coming, strangely.  one guy that i'd helped with Steps but i called him back and told him i'd catch him tomorrow and asked him if he was still sober.  i laid in bed, i nodded in and out and tried to figure if i was going to do the Labor Day thing.  or AM going to do, actually, haven't decided yet.

i ordered from pizza hut for lunch, sad to find out that getting the same thing from pizza hut singularly or from Papa's and Uptown consecutively was a mistake, quality-wise more than pricewise, but still.  i have worked on nothing, watched a lot of television, did some writing on 'the last recovering man', am thinking of a poem that i need to write for someone at the gym and on going to the gym tomorrow.  i feel better.  my head is still thick but it's not quite as thick as it had been.  so, i'm going to rest, see what the morning brings, do counseling at least, and i'll know what i'm going to do for monday by the time i get out of counseling.  bills and rent to pay, supplies to get, gonna be a busy, money-leaking day.