Good but

 After I used the lift today to use the toilet, I said to myself something like, “one down.”

I do this a lot. “One successful bipap night.”

It’s like I am counting toward something. Like once I hit  50, I get a pony.

Or maybe I’m counting down to something? As if I don’t know that I’m going to sing a lift and bipap till I die. I regret using neither, but to pretend either is easy would be a lie.