I woke up the first time about 2:30 a.m. After a couple of necessary duties, I went back to bed and slept until about 8. Maybe I needed the extra sleep because a burst of energy struck and I went after the apartment. Now I do not want to eat because I'll get the kitchen dirty. I even washed the vacuum filters and my hair. Washing my body looms as the only task before I nap on my clean sheets. I have a feeling tomorrow will not involve much, nor the rest of today for that matter.
This Medicare thing stresses me. I procrastinate. I admit that. The what ifs drive me bonkers, but I make no move to remedy the situation.
Rodgers did prove himself, Dude.
Later.
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