going on a ground ball
I seem to come back to my original position again. It is the time in the middle of an ordinary night.
Actually, I woke up by the coldness in my room. My stove was short of oil and I have to go downstairs to recharge its tank.
In these days, my life is on something irregular. Whenever I felt sleepy I took a nap. And that is the reason. Probably I should go to sleep at the fixed time of the day. But because of that, my sleep was scattered.
Actually, I should write this after my breakfast. But I think I would miss the condition of my biorhythm. I need some special condition to write something nice.