Ah, that worked.

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While I have not been able to get going for my own purposes, when someone calls, even when I don't really feel like it, I can get up and go. Maybe it has to do with Christ living in all of us? Tonight it was my friend. He wanted a hand drill. Fair enough. So I slowly pulled my s t into one sock and headed out, in a reasonably short time too. We went to a hardware store, which as most of you know, I am allergic to. Much like I am allergic to women, cats, computers, and beer. Bahahahaha

He also gave me my Christmas present. He didn't need to. It was appreciated. I have been thinking about doing what I finally asked and did tonight to top it off. Oh, a little thing to be sure. But from now on, when I visit, I will see if he needs his trash taken out. I have to imagine that is quite a chore, still in a wheel chair, and through ice and snow. It is simply good to be useful. Oh, he would do the same if the situation was switched. He doesn't think so but he would.

Just getting off my butt has helped. I am still teetering on passing out from time to time. Something is just a wee off. D.C. thinks maybe I displaced my giblets when I fell. He could be right. It still doesn't hurt. It is just that some aspects of my health have become weirdly off-balance. I will call Monday, and set up an appointment with my gp. She doesn't like me. I don't follow orders, or urhm, play doctor like a good little patient. *mme meep* I don't have much trust in coyotes though. *mmee meeeeeep* *boom* *sniggers* Never... mind. Yeah, that might add to grumpiness and hair trigger loose cannon stuff too. No, I don't start fights, mind you. And words wouldn't do it. Say what? Sure she is, but my mom is not THAT old. Oh? I'm that? Yeah, but if it was true, you wouldn't be my type. Size DOES matter. hehe I'm almost as fast with my tongue as I am with my fists and twice as bullet proof.

Well, a bit of mail to read, some blogs to view, and... I don't know after that. Probably good night, if I can get to sleep. Oh, he has asked me to go shopping with him tomorrow. Sounds good, since he has something Monday so I won't be around until Tuesday. And spaghetti dinner sometime next week, later in the week. Friday? Maybe. Friends can be good when one gets stuck.

Good night.