Moving slowly.

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It was brutal getting going today. Even by afternoon my blood simply hadn't warmed. And yet it came time to get ready and go. I flinched, I did at that. I did prepare for Church, building in enough time (I hoped) to get to town and run a few copies and pick up some tobacco. I ran off copies of what I think the IRS needs from my home purchase booklet. I think I have everything. I wish there was a number I could call because the sellers signature is not on the form they want. I am sending the initial purchase agreement, which does have his signature and does date when the house was agreed to be purchased. I will sign the HUD-1 page, which otherwise doesn't have my signature, something they 'strongly advised', regardless of whether a place was on the page for that or not. I think I will have this ready to send Monday.

On my way home I decided to stop and eat at a local, homemade, pizza place. This is where I had hoped to buy several gift certificates. I tried an old gift card, but I think it has been in my wallet too long. I had to buy one out of my account and pay for my dinner too. That means I still have another one or two of those to buy. The one I bought is for the bishop of ward one, locally, and his family. They have helped me twice with my yard, and only received a verbal thank you or two. This isn't much more, but at least it is a return of some calories, and some effort on my end. Their efforts were a blessing. I stopped at where I think they live but no one seemed to be home. Tomorrow is not the day to stop, being their church day, so I will get out again Monday.

How is that, kiddies? Church, business, social, and personal, plus a meal thrown in for good measure, on a day off, a day I could not get going, a day I did not want to get going. I'll take what is behind door number 3, Bob. And be grateful. If I can, I might go to Church again tomorrow. I would like, as I said, to go three times a week. With Saturday and Sunday taking up two slots, then I have much more leeway in choosing when else to go. If business takes me into town more often, and time is good for it or open to my adjustments, I will make it to Mass more often.

How long this wave of 'can do' will last is anyone's guess. But while I can, even through exhaustion again, I will.