Thursday and I wake again in the spare bed after a disrupted night again. I’m beginning to wonder when I am going to sleep well again. I get up after doing a set of vitals for breakfast. I send the agreed letter to the solicitor dealing with my sister’s estate. That done I set about cleaning out the laundry area. When I have mopped through I then paint the drain surround I was working on yesterday.

Somehow the morning is gone, I eat soup and watch a short programme on Messi and the world cup. I then spend a long time sorting out the family tree from my sisters information. I find that the data has been drawn up wrong, so I have to re do the chart to get the people on the right generation level. After a couple of hours I think I finally have it. The next step is to try and confirm the dates of birth so there is a lot of documents and photos to look at. I take my second set of vitals for the day and then go to the garage to row for an hour. It goes okay and I burn 800+ calories.

I’m tired, I think my new drugs are taking their toll. I record my session eat tea and then water the garden before whiling the evening away with a film and Grimm. I’ve just read this blog and wonder if these drugs are doing other things to me. Lets face it, its boring, I’m pottering around and not feeding my brain. I think I am tired of myself so I shall take my meds and go to bed and see if sleep comes along. Perhaps the struggle is more insidious than I expected.