So it goes.

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A tough day indeed. Tylenol and a nap helped, but I simply could not get to things. I did not wake until 18:30 or so. Still exhausted but wanting to try and get to bed early tonight, I got up. I cooked some food at about 20:00, some meats I ordered from the locker. Along with a potato and milk, supper was good enough. It has been a tough day. I am having muscles hurt, like they had been pulled, in my right leg and a few other spots. Not sure what is up.

I have several serious pieces of business to perform. The tax rebate and the insurance business are top on the list. These are vital and I have been dragging bottom getting to them. I hope to wake early tomorrow, well, 8:00. But then have a shower, shave, then be groomed and dressed and out the door by 9:00. I am hoping to stop in and see my broker. Then I would like to find out who to talk to regarding this tax rebate. I have heard it rumored that veterans might have an exemption regarding property and automobile taxes. If 100 percent service connected does not get it, then it is merely rumor.

I do enjoy Sassy, but I must admit, she is a major pain. Watching Sam today, I see that she is simply being exhausted by the interloper. My decision to let Sam out was a good one. She returned when called, so I let her stay out usually. I brought her in once to make sure she ate and drank. Then I let her back out for a goodly bit. Again, she came when called but it was nearing my bed time. Sam is so lackluster that I actually feel bad for her. I have decided to make my bedroom her safe haven until Sassy is a little more mature and for the most part. I will close my bedroom door at night, keeping Sassy at bay. And putting food, water on a mat in the bedroom, and one of the litter boxes in the master bathroom for her. My intervention, I believe, ends there. If Sassy learns to climb the bed, Sam will have to figure things out in the day. Her rest is at night. Oh, I have placed a collar on Sassy. It makes it a LOT easier to track her down, know when I get near the door if I need to look for a blur or tuft, and otherwise have a sense that their are indeed fairies. Heh. Stupid cats! Then again, quite often, that is exactly what they think of me. And, really, fairly. To think I want a wife and kids too!

A good glass of water, maybe a few more Tylenol though only a few, washing the dishes, and then I think it is time to crawl into bed. Have a good night. Never give up, never surrender (unless there are Oreos and a glass of milk involved). Good night, all.