I had a good day. Got a lot accomplished (for me, anyway). Cleared up some bedding that needed a better place in the bedroom, turned the table sideways so it fits better in the room, finally put together the Aero-Garden after only a month of it sitting there. I even ate three meals. My breakfast drink, a peanut butter sandwich, and Kraft mac and cheese. Yum, good nutrition. Ha. But then I had a bad night. I don’t like to say ‘bad’ night, or ‘bad’ day, because every day and night is a good thing, but I can’t think of a descriptive word for ‘couldn’t sleep, felt achy, pain everywhere, headache,’ or any of the many other things that come with fibro/CFS. ‘Fibrolicious’ doesn’t quite have the proper connotation. Anyway, it’s a gorgeous cool, breezy day and I’m hoping to get some more accomplished. I also look forward to a visit from the Homemaker Service nurse, who comes to check on me every three months. I am awake, I am awake, I am awake.