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I'm sure you have, but that's not the point.

What a day!

No trip to town, the repair job took... a wee longer than anticipated.  I do believe I am finished with the plaster though.  And, to be quite honest...  I think it looks good.  There is bubbling in an area of tape, or two...  Sure.  No salt added next time, or at least not when I am trying to work two areas at once.  The salt works well, but perhaps too well.  As I progressed through larger scrapers, the areas being covered truly did even out.  My initial fears, save for some beginner errors and those mild, really didn't pan out.  I am pleased.  And I am excited about doing the next repair, wherever that may be.  Oh, and my arms got used to being above my head, somehow.  The last few hours of work that way didn't bother me a bit.  Just... weird, and true.

My lady friend called.  In our discussion I mentioned that my heart had improved.  I said it hadn't bumped me, technically, from being on the heart transplant list, but at least it was going forward.  She didn't exactly say it, or express it, if I did hear her catch her breath.  Oh, you are that bad?  I thought I had told her.  Well, bad is a relative term, I suggested.  All this time you have known me?  It has been that bad.  You knew all this time?  And they say men have selective hearing.  Heh...  She wanted to have my mother's phone number, and since I had planned to call my mother I told her I would make sure my mother had my lady friend's number as well, and would ensure that she be called in any situation.  Still, I had to laugh.  Doesn't she remember us skiing up the mountain just a few years ago?  Bah!  I had been meaning to call her anyway.  Oh, and she wants me to do some homework on the Christmas present I sent her, the Kindle 4G.  It included no instructions and she is... not technically inclined... at all... nada... zip.  Alright, something else to do.  A nice chat, and mutual... late as usual, Merry Christmas greetings.  :p  Women!

Next a call to my mother.  Numbers were exchanged, and assurances were offered and given regarding contacting my lady friend.  Oh, of course, she said, she isn't that cold or cruel.  Yeah, mum, just letting you know, for sure, that it would be fine.  I did round up the date for her spring visit while we were talking.  I let her know that I was working on the washroom ceiling, and that little as life was, I was pushing into things and keeping up as I could.  A bit a day.  Oh, she knows.  And winter is a difficult time to keep on top of things, all by itself, she assured.  All sounds good, and I think she likes to know that she is wanted back.  Just two weeks though, she has to plant her own garden, don't you know!  Women!

I tried to call my brother, but no one answered.  I left a short message.  I thought I was going to be going to bed but between finishing the ceiling and trying to root out any bugs on this machine, in prep for some other work, time has flown.  I haven't seen this side of 17:30 in... weeks... months?  It's a solid local extreme since back when it was typical!  In any case, I will call them tomorrow sometime.  As I mentioned, I am tinkering on this machine.  I am not sure how much I will figure out, or what I can end up doing with it, but it is what I have... all I have... which means I need to be careful whatever I do.  Something else I need to figure out is how to do a color-match of the paint in the back room...  Lots of little things to do.

After I finished the ceiling, for now anyway sans paint, and while I am waiting for the virus scanner to complete it's task, I decided to read.  I started Summa Elvetica.  Being that I am well passed bed time, and well past tired, I was only able to read the first chapter.  But pleased, yes, quite pleased.  He is exploring not a question, but... so far... the question.  Veils, of some sorts, are for the eyes of others, men or such.  I am quite interested in where he goes with this.  Grabbing a dragon by the tale is only for the brave or foolish.  Though those can be synonymous at times, trust me.  Never the mind.  I am quite interested.  Frustrated too.  My bed time, like a British courtier's tea with the queen, cannot be delayed.  Well, by the virus checker, sure.  But my mind is already in bed, it's you out here.  Can't read, think, more.

Quite the day, truly.  And I'm back up to snuff on medicine.  I will check my bp in the morning.  Should be a real morning, though if sleep is delayed, that doesn't mean I will be able to sleep a full eight hours either.  Shorts sleeps make it tough, but... yeah... I'll live.  Ah, right... good night.  Hey!  It actually is almost night!