Yesterday was a good day. I just wish I hadn't taken hydroxyzine to help me fall asleep because it caused me to sleep 10 hours so now I'm groggy because that's way too long. Hopefully, the cobwebs will clear from my brain soon enough. 

There was one spike on the oxygen chart because I didn't sleep with the mouthguard. The thing doesn't seem to help much after all. Figured I couldn't simply solve a four-year problem by shoving something in my mouth. I don't know whether or not I'm going to ask Rhonda for a referral to an ortho because you just can't fight fate and win. My sleep has always been and always will be cursed no matter what I do. Is it really worth fighting a losing battle? If I'm destined to be tired most of the time and I know I should just accept it and live with it. Not much else I can do. I was tired yesterday too, even though that might have been because I slept too little at just 6 hours. Nonetheless, I did sleep with the mouthguard yesterday and still think I could have chronic fatigue on top of apnea. 

Tom says that while he could be wrong, he thinks I stress so much over sleep that I've got a mental block causing the sleep/fatigue issues. Oh, wouldn't that be wonderful! That, I could actually do something about. I doubt he's right, though. This started about six months to a year before we moved. Why then?

While I'm battling fatigue, I do have big and small things to look forward to. We got groceries delivered yesterday so I'm looking forward to making some pork ribs. Also yesterday, the honker got his trailer and loaded the motorcycle into it, and I expect he'll leave this morning. I noticed the golf cart was gone when I got up and that the place looked like he was clearing it out to leave. It's always exciting when I see that trailer show up! I know that soon I'll be faced with a bigger threat to my sleep than the motorcycle but it's still nice to see the snowbirds clear out. 

The honker's got guts driving that thing up the ramp and into the trailer. I'd be terrified on a regular bike let alone a motorcycle. I watched him back down his driveway, start it, and then circle around the block so he could line himself up with the trailer that he parked at the side of his place.

The water company came and turned Ray's water off the day after he left.

The most exciting thing is that the waterbed is coming today! It likely won't be here and set up before I crash, though, so tonight will be my last time sleeping on this cheap dented mattress.

My Temu order came and I love all the stuff. Now that I know how the ballerina clock works, one arm sticking up represents the hour, one leg the minutes, and the other leg the seconds.

The plasma place is still closed and Tom suspects ransomware which companies don't like to admit, especially since it coincides with 911 being down in several states. If it was just a tech issue it would have been fixed by now we'd think. So now, thanks to someone's greed, we're screwed out of that money indefinitely.

An appointment with the glaucoma specialist is scheduled for the 6th, the day Aly died three years ago.