when life gives you alcohol, make other alcohol

I've been so sleepy every day this week.

This isn't the full physical, mental, psychological, and emotional exhaustion I've felt off and on for . . . months? years? The thyroid med is really helping combat that.

No, I'm just sleepy. Probably because the sleep pattern is: sleep like a dead thing for approximately the first two hours. Transition into lighter sleep (like I'm more used to). When -- not if -- something wakes me up, take forever to fall back into an even lighter sleep characterized by nuch tossing and turning and smooshing the pillow and pulling up the duvet and freeing various limbs from the duvet until the alarm sounds or it's time to start the morning med regime.

Sunday was the worst because I was awoken twice during the deep sleep. So I woke up sleepy on Monday and fell asleep early on Monday evening.

It's Tuesday but seems much later.

A couple of weeks ago -- or maybe just eight or nine days ago, time is purely an hallucination now -- a coworker gave me oranges. I don't really like oranges. I do like using orange zest in cooking and baking.

So I shaved off strips of peel and tried and baked them and now I have a jar of zest in the fridge.

I didn't want to just throw away the meat of the oranges. And I remembered the one way I do like eating oranges: soak the slices in booze.

So I mixed a little leftover pink moscato with diet cran-raspberry juice and really delish vodka. (I'm just calling it sangria which it totally is not.) And sliced the oranges. I had a bowl full of 100+ proof fruit in my fridge ever since.

The oranges are gone. Tonight, falling asleep while eating supper, seemed like the petfect time to drink the sangria.

It really is very tasty.

And I'm in some extreme stage of sleepiness. Either I'll skeep straight through until the alarm or I'll barely sleep at all.

Good night. Wish me luck.