The sun is up, things seem to be better.

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Having the 'runt' back is good.  Of course, now she is a headache.  :p  More ornery than ever in her passive little ways, and knowing she has me over a barrel.  Where did I put my squirt gun again?  Well, not quite that.  I think she is still just wonderfully happy to be home herself.  I won't spoil it, yet.  When she gets older and grumpier, she might understand how novelty wears faster?  Sam...  I wasn't going to let her go outside for a while.  But this morning, she got up, walked to the door almost as if she was back to health, and begged.  I really had to think about it.  I let her go, but made sure to put out fresh water and food.  I'll be out checking on her.  If I get called to town I will be bringing her into the cave, at least until I return.

I dreamed, sometime between when the first time the alarm went off and waking.  I called the V.A. about the medicine coming in.  There was something about something, then the nurse put me on hold, but not a real hold she just cuffed the phone in her hand.  She asked another nurse to check on combat status.  The other nurse, after checking, replied "indeterminate".  So the nurse speaking to me put the phone back to her ear and asked me some nonsensical question.  Oddly, I knew the nonsensical answer, or one, not through knowledge, I just responded.  I don't know if that answered her question, or what the whole thing truly was about, but I got what I needed.  Somehow, though talking to her on the phone, I had called from the V.A. in question.  After ending the call I just went to the desk, got the medications I was there after, then left.  A nurse in the pharmacy, another oddity of the call (dressed in the yea olde nurse garb, with cap).  Then again, she may actually have been at a clinic...  Hmm...  Not sure.  Details are fuzzy though...  Did I pick the medicines up at the clinic?  Hmm...  Never mind.

A little stiff and sore, but not bad for swinging my day around this quickly.  The last late day, two days ago, I was sleeping until 15:00, give or take, I do believe.  So waking by 9:30 this morning and 10:30 yesterday is quite a shift.  Not bad for an old dog, if I napped hard yesterday.  I've even been remembering my medicine.  I just need to, well, call the V.A. about those medicines.  There is a good chance they won't know who is delivering the goods, or how to contact them though.  Oh, someone does, but someone might be on break, not working, not available, or otherwise indisposed.  Not really a complaint about the V.A. mind you, a gripe about danged reality!  Where's my cane so I can wave it in the air, threateningly, at no one in particular.  No one is directly related to someone, by the bye, if you are into geneology and sich.

Well, later.  Don't die, probably don't kill any one (also related to no one and someone) unless they sorely need it.  Then do it quickly (and check their wallet, if the type that need killing often need killing because they misspent everything Zero and co. (you) gave them).  Still, you never know.