Clothes are now washed, drying in process. A completed task of tomorrow, now in the final stage.
Soon to medicate the final dose of today, the question remains will Melatonin defeat the zombies tonight. I have surrendered myself to less food intake prior to bed. That might be the aggravation that drives the zombies to wake me and force my eyes to remain open.
Tomorrow I have some papers to fill and organize prior to Wednesday’s meeting with the doctor. It is a consult but I may be encouraged to submit to pressure when talking to him.
A goal has been established to remove the fur from my face. I need to keep it removed because it drives me nuts. The hair curls and digs into my skin causing discomfort. Yes, tomorrow is the day.
I shall now make preparations for my final hour of activity today. I wish that tomorrow shall be a productive one.