Absolutely beat to death.

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I had trouble sleeping last night. Then, about what should have bedtime I got a hankering to do some cleaning. I picked some things up, rearranged this and that, started in, but couldn't really get more than a bit done. And that little bit took a long time. So, I didn't get to bed until... 10:00? I had people coming by for a visit at 14:00, so... I did make it up, just in time to take a shower and get dressed. Further, I promised my friend dinner at around 18:00. So, no nap.

I get stretched in these odd moments. I have this, that, and the other thing, I can't sleep, I am trying to work (whenever I see the opportunity), and... it gets a bit much. But I have to do what I can when I can or even the little that I do will not get done. In some ways, the little life I lead is brutal. I either do, and can do, little or nothing for long stretches, and then I have to try to jump and run because it all comes down hard and fast.

I just got out of the shower when I received a call. It appears the V.A. did not pay for a bill from the hospital. Why? Because the hospital did not bill the V.A. The door rings, I'm still toweling off talking to this collection agency, and trying to then get dressed. Okay, I get dressed, let my guests in, we sit and I try to finish the call. This woman tells me that I need to contact the V.A. and see what they will do, if they will do anything. I assure her I let the hospital know, it was on them to act on the information I gave them. I had been to that hospital before, the E.R., and they had billed the V.A. They had to know. She again insisted that I contact the V.A. I told her it was not me wanting the money, I suggested she contact the V.A., let them know that the hospital slipped in it's billing of them, that they had been sending information to an incorrect address (and it hadn't been getting to me, so I didn't know), and to make sure she sent along the medical information so they know what the bill was for. She kept insisting that I do her job, so I hung up and that is that. If they want their money, there is only one place they will get it. I have explained how, done.

Anyway, a bit more work, possibly, at some point today. Cleaning, of course. It is not that my house is filthy, it is merely cluttered again. Well, save for the dishes. They aren't filthy either. I washed them once, let them set to be washed again. And, well, they have sat since. It has simply been too darned hot to do anything and I haven't been doing well. Ah, I best get my medicines down. That will probably be as much as I can get done until after I see my friend.

Such is the life of a guy without a proverbial leg to stand on. But hey, it ain't all bad. I just wish I was able to do more so as to provide a meaning for the food I eat and the air I breath. Life, however, isn't a secular thing. If I please the Lord, even in this state, and that is my goal if there seems little I can do about it in any case, then so be it.

Good day.