Every day this week there has been at least something mentally taxing for me. Tomorrow will be another mild one. I can't wait for Friday to have zero on my calendar. Zero.

Last night I barely slept, and we had to get up at 7:30 am. [I've otherwise been sleeping rather late into the mornings.] It was another case where I was certain I took my evening medications, but when almost 3 am rolled around I pushed myself to double check. And I hadn't. I had already taken an Ativan a half hour before wondering why my heart seemed to be racing. The fact is that I become ill when I don't take evening meds. It's better to take them at 3 am than not at all. However, I've been in a daze and dragging butt most of the day. I can never sleep during the daytime, despite wishing and needing to.

Tomorrow morning a person is coming to do work in our house. I have to prepare a little for that and be up and about then. The kitchen has some mess, as I just switched up my dinner service. Later in the afternoon I go to have a hair color consultation. That will be stressful, too. It always is, but having Hubby do the talking adds to it. I try to coach him on what to say, but he inevitably a) clearly leaves some things out [My Czech is good enough to know that.], and b) he for some reason has forgotten some hair-related Czech vocabulary. I don't blame him for the latter. He's not a woman and back in his youth he wore his hair like a hippy. Also, he does so much for me, given my Czech language limitations. I try not to complain too much.

I almost wonder if something negative is happening with my moods, lately. There have been a couple times I observed odd reactions to my behavior. Simple paranoia?