nd the feeling of exhaustion continues, even though I think I’ve caught up on my sleep. There is appallingly loud construction activity going on next door, sometimes within three feet of my window, but I’ve slept through worse. Not just after a stay in the hospital, however.
My mother’s cat has suddenly stopped recognizing her for whatever reason, and hides all day in the garage. I’m tempted to read some larger meaning into the thing, but I can’t imagine what it would be. The joints are out of time, I suppose, and there is nothing to do but babble pointlessly till everything resets.