Rough, again. It happens.

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I didn't make it to see my friend. As it turns out, the young men are grounded for the day so I had to drive. They have a curfew and I was pretty sure my friend would not have wanted a troupe visitation, either. But then I got busy and would have forgotten anyway, and didn't call. I wasn't able to eat much tonight either. I ordered a lot, at least half of it is in the refrigerator. It's been rough all day. I couldn't have made it to the pool, I simply couldn't get going. Usually, on such days, I end up getting better at some point. Not today. It reminds me of the not so distant past, only I was awake and able to stay awake through it. And I was able to do a few things, if not everything. I am in a trough, a low, a down. It should be interesting to see how long I stay in it. Having to be up so early Thursday, and hopefully this Monday, might be adding to the problem. But those early rises also might kick-start my attempts at running a regular day schedule too... at a price.

Oh, as for heroes, I'm not one. My orders are to wander the wildernesses of the world. I suppose I am looking for one, just like anyone else. I looked at what is required for a passport. One of the things that has me concerned, at this point, is that if... Remember, veterans, and preppers, are considered potential terrorists. I wonder if that alone is enough to deny a passport... or yet? Paranoid? Really? Find out just how much they are hitting veterans then talk to me. No, I wish you all the luck in the world. I have explained what has to happen. I'll leave it there, and in your... capable hands. One piece of advice? Don't murder your hero. You won't get another. But, that's not my affair.

 Hmm, bedtime. Good night.