What to do.

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I had an appointment yesterday.  However, I stepped out the door to head out and found myself in four to six inches of snow.  Well, I could drive through that.  The street looked clean and there was plenty of traffic.  But I looked around.  It was snowing like mad.  Timing?  Even with extra time, between road conditions and other drivers, I just wasn't sure.  Beyond, if it continued to snow like this, more so if even a mild wind picked up, I would end up spending the night in SLC.  As cities go, SLC isn't bad.  Seriously.  Size, minorities, stink, and such.  But since the city and Dems who used to run it weren't able to outlaw guns or prevent conceal carry, or even open carry, criminals keep their heads down and stick to their areas.  The thing is, you never know, unless you live there, where those areas are.  And there can be some crossover.  Still, not at all bad for that size of a city.  Thing is, I don't want to spend $100 and change for an ugly 10x10 to stay out of those areas, and then only hopefully.  The V.A. might put me up, but in such weather, that area might be full, so...

Yeah, no.  Then I started to dig out, since I canceled the appointment.  I didn't get far.  The back walks, seven feet from the garage door on the driveway, and the front walk.  I meant to get the snow blower out.  Not sure what happened.  Next I knew, the neighbor boys were working on it.  Gah!  If I hear that I get out there, if at all possible.  I wasn't up to much shoveling, so I got the snow blower out.  It does a passable job, but them helping made it as good of a scoop out as one could hope.  I did a little bit more, scooping, after the using the snow blower, to help clean it up.  I can do some things, sometimes.  Looks like another bit of snow came through or the wind rearranged it.  I may get out and do a bit of clean up.

My friend called.  If I can do some cleanup, I may go on into town.  He has a few things he wants to do, and I have some things.  A meal wouldn't hurt either of our feelings.  And getting out, for him, would probably be fantastic.  Actually, it would be nice for me.  While I got out for the appointment, that isn't, really, like getting out.  That's just driving myself to move so that I might improve my chances at healing.  I may no longer have a great fear of dying, if that isn't the point.  It is more looking for a way to be more active, functional.  It isn't fun, the drive isn't relaxing, the company can be questionable, demanding, even hostile, the setting is a hospital which is unnerving on it's own.  Yeah, not fun.  It's business, all business.  This isn't. 

I am starting to have some... friends... there.  I question everything they believe.  I test their capacities at such.  Personal, social, religious, even professional, I push every button and throw down Doom-sized gauntlets.  Further, they can no longer pass it off as a form of insanity.  I don't know if they are friends, but they aren't passing themselves off as enemies, either.  I don't think they understand.  I am sure they don't agree.  But they don't seem intent on harm.  Some of them.  Trust is earned, both ways, fair enough.

Hey, I best get to things.  I told him I would call around noon.  But I need to handle that snow, then probably take a little downtime, then a shower before heading in.  I better get some things done, quickly.  Later.