Time for bed.

It is that time, again.  Time for me to try to get some sleep.  I just took the crap ton of pills that sometimes help me do that, now.  No guarantee.   Believe me, Mom.  It is so hard getting up in the middle of the night, not only not in our house, but not having you there for me to check in on before I go back to sleep.  Now, it takes me the loads of meds.  Those even outlive their limit before I have to take them again in order to just sleep.

I did eat dinner.  Had a baked chicken breast with some potato salad.  Wasn’t bad.  I am planning on making some of the meals here that we would eat at home because I miss some of them.

I do really feel that I have to work as swiftly as I can to get out of here and on my own.  I really do not like not having that independence that the two of us had together.  It will come.

I love ya, Mom.  Good night.