Into to town.

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Such a simple thing. Of course, first I had to shower and dress. It took a long time to get ready to get ready. I finally bribed myself with fast food. Though that did not seem to work, I think it had some part to play in getting me to town.

While in town, I stopped and two more places looking for doxylamine succinate in any of the sleep medications. Nothing was found. I will be looking online in a bit. After 3 stores of very different natures with no success, I am starting to wonder. I also bought a couple of tools to help with the roof. I purchased a larger pry bar and thinking about a smaller one when something from a dream invaded my mind. I had dreamed of a pry bar hammer spike axe to be used for war and work. And, to a degree, that is what I found. Mjöllnir it ain't. But it is enough. My guess is that it is a better hand held fighting device than most you might find in even live-steel recreations of old weapons. Plus it is handy for renovations. Try that with your +3 mace of zapping!

I think, after Sam developed a sudden case of the stomach dropsies about which I had a strong problem with, and after looking through the remnants, why she gets sick. It is not due to her fur at all, it is the mice fur she is eating. There must be another batch of baby mice as she has been having a hunting bonanza. With bigger mice she eats only parts of the inner aspects, pretty much leaving the fur intact. But she eats the baby mice and such whole. I felt bad, but then she was on my bed. I wish I could teach her to puke on specific paper or something, but that will go over about as well as trying to teach her to fetch. Old cats, as they say, cannot learn new tricks. Well, any cats as some say. I suppose it is dogs, technically, but work with me.

Monday will see me in town taking care of my tax issues. If I get up and out early enough, with my friends help perhaps, and get back in plenty of time, there is a chance I could get to the roof. Who knows. Later.