Even done does not mean done.

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Baked, tired, sore, but... I drove in to town. My friend was not hungry, so I got myself some chow. The restaurant I had hoped to be open had just closed. I tried to call in a pick-up order. It was a no-go. So, I went to Tacobell, I think, and ordered 6 taco supremes and 2 burrito supremes. Yeah, yeah, Mom, soda too. And I ate most of it. I did say hungry and bear, I do believe. He is looking better. Think, 5 pints of blood, or units anyway, and an equal amount of saline solution, in two days.

I asked whether he had contacted his nose doctor, or whoever, about his nose. He thought he would wait until this was all finished, and I suggested he call anyway. Get an appointment set up where he can get some iron pumped in and see his other doc all in one fell swoop. Seeing a doctor who has the potential to stop the bleeding in the middle of getting enough blood and iron pumped into one to completely replenish a human should provide a little bit of gravitas toward the stated goal of him doing his magic and fixing the only known source of bleeding. Just a hat tip there.

Well, a lot of food, some chitter chatter, some tv, and then it was time to head home. On my way home, though... I thought, you know... no hiking, but I do have the lawn mower right now. How about, since I am sort of taking Friday off, if I picked up a gas can and filled it. Then I thought, well, my snowblower takes regular gas, but I am not sure about the lawnmower. Why not get two cans. Then I thought, well, if it does not take straight gas, then I will need oil. I will need oil, to some degree, no matter what. So, to Wal-Mart I go. A 2 gallon tank for the snowblower, a 1 gallon tank in case the lawnmower needs a mix, and a can of oil. On the way home, I filled the 1 gallon tank and my gas tank. I figure if it needs oil mixed in, I can simply pour some of that gas into the two gallon tank.

I just cannot seem to quit tonight. But gee are my bones, muscles, brain, back, neck, and other unidentifiable parts tired, sore, and overheated. I might not get to mowing tomorrow. Might not even pick up sticks and check for hidden items I should not run over. But... I can if I want to. Yes indeed.

Now, good night. Ugh... Wherever you are.