A Vignette in Darkness...

fine examples of Egyptian mummified cats

I arrived at my father's house late yesterday evening and the back door was open. "Well, this is inviting," I thought to myself. I made my way through the kitchen and my father was in the den sitting in his chair with his pajamas on.

"Why do you have it so dark in here?" I asked him intrigued.

I was also intrigued that his omnipresent television wasn't on.

"Shhh," my father replied softly. "My pussy is asleep on my lap."

A big grin formed on my face and I chuckled softly as I commandeered the recliner next to my father's.

I had to bring my medications which my father studied them to make sure I hadn't missed any dosages and that I am taking them as prescribed.

"I take the morning dosage at around 8 PM to 9 PM and the main dosage at midnight," I told him and he grumbled a little bit.

Yes, I am an animal, too!

I am still stuck in a nocturnal existence

"I never thought you could do it, but you seem to be handling your medications responsibly," he told me.

"I don't want to be crazy," I told my father sincerely, "My life falls into disarray without some help."

Speaking of cats, dad and I spoke for awhile about Egyptian dignitaries who would be entombed with their mummified cats. I had read an article about it in Archeology Today along with a fascinating article on whale fossils and their evolution.

I stood up to leave as it was now twilight outside and I dreaded driving home in the dark.

"Love you," my father said. "And don't forget your Cokes and smokes on the kitchen counter."

Full Bore Throttle...

I once again find myself awake well after 4 am. I have to get up at eight to get ready for my injection so I will just stay up the rest of the night and tough it out. I am sure I will be ready to get in the bed after all that injection business is over. Oh, the life of a schizoaffective person with nocturnal tendencies.

One thing it does help with immensely is that I am up and about when my medications are at their most effective. Afternoons have me dragging my feet medication and mental illness wise. Dad has also been so accommodating about taking medications in the afternoons when he isn't at work. He used to would frown upon us doing this. It has been very nice and I have been keen on telling him so. It also saves him from having to drive over here after dark and this will be very useful come winter and the cold.