Had this as a draft for some reason

Morning is a wonderful time when you have the time to experience it. All time is wonderful when you are not sleeping it away. I have my clock fixed and the only thing I need to do is to keep it in working order. It is just so easy to go to bed a little later each day.

In many ways I have resigned myself to sleeping beyond a certain point. It gets better. Slowly with less and less medication (un-needed medication) I am gaining hours. Yet once again I have hit a wall.

My wall is as follows:

I cannot handle to much medication because of my liver. At the same time Zyprexa is raising my cholesterol. I cannot get on cholesterol medication because they are bad for the liver. I would like to try other medications to see if I sleep less on them, but the ones available are worse on cholesterol and blood sugar... or stuff like that.

Now that I have been sidetracked to sadder thoughts lets remember how nice the morning is. How the leaves cover the ground and need to be racked up. The crimson king (at least I think it is a crimson king) has leaves that turn yellow. Which reminded me of how much I would like to grow some red maples...