Slept 13 hours last night.  It is just too weird to get up and see that it is almost 11 a.m.  I guess my body needs it.  I don't feel depressed so I'm not worried about that.  I'm just dog assed tired and moving home was about getting well...so if my body wants sleep then it gets sleep.  Lucy want's to go walkies because by this time I've eaten lunch - which is when we go walkies.  I just ate breakfast.  I'll go ahead and take her and make it to the gym this afternoon (we'll see how that goes.)   I meant to do my bills this morning - but maybe I'll just do them tomorrow morning.  Yep. That's a plan.  the new me: irresponsible and lazy.  Feels good.  Until the money runs out.  Then again.  I'm still making enough.  Time will tell.