No call?

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I expected a call already but none has come.  It is too late to go, as my medicine was set to arrive in the afternoon.  They couldn't be more specific.  It isn't just about the medication, but about saying something then doing it, that is being here when I said I would.  Like it or not, unless I literally can't hold to my word, I keep it.  Which is why I don't often give my word.  Not that I won't but that I can't.  It's a quiet honesty, and as good as I can do in my current form.  A day, perhaps, a week, sure.  Maybe a month.  I simply can't maintain.

It is a nice day.  The sun is out, it is warming as it should.  I might water a couple of areas of the lawn that seem a bit drowsy, but I won't be triple watering everything, with the rain and the long watering last time.  Let them dry out a bit.  Everything will be ready for a hit Friday.  Well, I might hit the flowers in the pots, and the roses, while seeing to Sam.  If she isn't looking too good, I'll bring her back in.  Summer and sun girl that she is, I am wondering if she liked it a bit too much.  Crazy cat-brained girl type!  Hmm, might bring her in anyway.

Later.