All dang day!

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Yeah, well, I am pleased I ever even got to town.  I did get my shower and shave in about when planned.  I simply could not get to the next stages.  Finally, at about 16:00, I was able to shame myself into getting into the X and driving into town.  I did return the other hydrant, and they took it, without a receipt.  I think they did that because I bought more than I brought back?  I bought both the digger bar and a post hole digger (for $10 less than Amazon's offer plus no shipping, and I think about the same less than HD, on the items).  All good.

That digger bar is something else.  It is a more serious tool than what I suspected.  But it weighs a ton too, quite a tool to work.  I evened the sides of the step I dug, and dug a bit on the next step down, but I pretty much crashed.  It wasn't the muscle usage.  It was more that today is not a work day, as per my lame corpse.  My darned corpse simply will not kick over.  Getting showered, shaved, dressed, and to town took everything I had and more.  Son of a gun it's a brutal thing to have your body act more like a corpse than a living mobile working tool, like mine does.

Hmm, I really do think I am more commonly read than even I sometimes suspect.  Women were just gnarly today.  A few of them kicked over when I used a little charm on them, but pretty unwillingly.  One betrayed the women's cause, actually flirting, after a little attention, before remembering herself and backing off a little bit... but not too far.  She was a cutey, too.  Oh yeah, the old boy still has thump!  A rat bastard I may be, but that don't confront any women in the way of my charm, even if she hates my male chauvinist pig guts, so there?  Hehehe  God loves me, this I know. 

Well, probably not much is going to be done with the remainder of the day.  But I have the digger bar and the post hole digger when I can get to it.  I would like to set up an appointment with cardiology tomorrow, but if it requires a visit to my "primary", I may just skip it.  I get tired of going to places where I am not welcome.  SLC may not want me but they know how to keep it in their pants.  Not so much so at Ogden.  While I have a new doc there, and he seems okay, the staff makes it clear that it is their clinic and I am not welcome.  Which is fine, then don't make me go there.  Union people wonder why so many of us hope not just states, but the feds, bust the unions in their ranks... they only have themselves and their rotten attitudes to thank for it. 

Hmm, on to some reading.  Have a good evening, night.  Sleep well and all that.