A little dab will have to do.

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The sleep I was able to get last evening was all I could muster. It is going to be a very long day. I guess I have to be exhausted enough to overcome forced shallow breathing in order to sleep. I will make that phone call though, and see if the doctor can get medicine arranged for pickup today. Of course, I will make it to my appointment and in time to get a requested chest x-ray and blood work they could not do at the clinic. Some kind of blood gas check was needed and not all blood labs have the equipment, it seems. I suppose leaving here around noon is as close as I get to ensuring all that is needed to be done is completed.

I was surprised when checking the stool height. It seems that the lower one will work the best. I will return the other one today, if I remember on the way back or have time on the way out. I would love to wait another day but the receipt is just as likely to go missing as not, what with a kitten who loves thinks that crinkle when she plays with them and can just as easily get in a pocket as she can jump four feet. Well, that and my native ability to lose things even when they are attached to me. I will be quite ready for sleep by the time I return.

As for the reloader, I am hoping to get that together tomorrow or Thursday. I will be doing so alone, but unlike the desk this should be manageable. If I get something not quite right, I suspect I can just move the device or the desk. I did find a bit more information regarding putting it together and will look for more as well. I can't believe that a schematic with parts number and a bag of loose unlabeled parts is as good as the instructions are, but that is how it seems. For all the fuss, the first load of bullets out of the press and through my barrel should find it all worth the while.

Good luck on your stuff. Good day, too.