The weather has been historically cold. It hasn’t been this cold in decades, at least from what I’m hearing. I don’t know if it’s an exaggeration or not, but what started off as seemingly the warmest winter since we’ve been here has turned into the coldest winter, and it’s not going to let up anytime soon. It’s better for sleeping, but I’m otherwise ready for Florida to get back to being Florida. It was ferociously windy yesterday, too.

I’m getting a little stressed as the week approaches, wondering if they’re going to follow through with contacting me about the nasal procedure—how far out they’re booked, how much it will cost, and whether it will be noticeably helpful.

The combination of clonazepam and melatonin that Rhonda recommended has helped me sleep better, but it doesn’t help when I flip onto my stomach in my sleep and smother my mask, waking myself up. If my head tilts downward too far or at a certain angle, this happens. I’m still making a point of keeping my head elevated too, just not too much. Making myself too uncomfortable won’t help.

If I could remember things better these days, I would have remembered that I was having a Cologuard test mailed to me. It’s the same one Galileo had me do when I was having stomach issues a few years ago.

Feeling the way I did the day I walked across the long parking lot to the bathrooms when we were charging showed me I really need to get in better shape, fatigued or not (although I’ve been feeling better these last few days), so Tom brought the treadmill back indoors, and I’m making a point of walking for a minute or two every hour. I need to do more exercise that’s going to elevate my heart rate more. The glider hardly counts.