Wide awake

The wardrobe organizing is underway. The clothing is photographed with the exception of the out of season clothing. Once that is done I'll move on to shoes, hats, scarves, etc. I set aside 3 pieces to do minor maintenance upon like trimming a thread and tightening a few buttons. Once I began it turned out to be easier than I'd thought it would be.

Growing up I never had a dresser so underwear and socks went in the nightstand and everything else was on hangers. The habit stuck with me as an adult since the most space I had was part of a small dresser. Now I'm folding and organizing things in drawers and suddenly my closet is huge! Most of the clothing is foldable. Wow! All of that space is incredible, nothing is crowded and it will be easier to find. No more having to press things before putting them on.

Progress feels good. Since I'm sleeping very little I am putting all of the extra time to good use. Listening to Amy Winehouse on some cable channel while doing laundry. Such a great talent, she left this world too early. Her voice reminds me of many of the singers from the forties and fifties. 

I slept 4 hours Thursday night and then stayed up until crashing from 2 to 6 pm Saturday afternoon. Now it's Sunday morning and I'm still up and raring to go. Doc said to take Benadryl to help me sleep, that didn't work. Then she gave me a scrip for ambien. It doesn't work either, take one and lay down and stare at the ceiling until my body can no longer stand being inactive and I just get up and keep going. This has gone on since late November, and I'm ready to slow down and rest. Hopefully once I'm done with the steroids and they're out of my system I'll be able to sleep again.

There are a lot of things that I'm working on and trying to accomplish while I have some sight left, so perhaps all of this wakefulness and energy is happening at a good time.

Layla, our little 13 year old tuxedo cat, follows me around. I'm not sleeping, and she's decided that I should be a 24 hour treat and catnip dispensary. Such huge noises coming from a tiny beastie, makes me think that most of her body is lungs and vocal chords.

Demeter sleeps all night and most of the morning unless she hears me rattle the catnip treat bag. Suddenly she appears next to me with huge eyes. She won't ask for treats, but is happy to get her boots and barkleys tbone treats. As soon as she finishes it she's asleep again.

I will miss seeing those eyes of hers. She has so many expressions and I know them all. She's a rescue that I got 5 years ago when she was just a few weeks old. Tiny and fuzzy, the stuffed toys I bought for her were bigger than she was. She's my guardian as well as a pet and companion. 

Time to switch loads from the washer to the dryer.