Pushed on through.

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Enough to get to the post office.  While I was out, I saw that it was recycling day.  My recycling bin is full, so, out it went while I was at it.  I am baked though.  Done.  I thought about calling the V.A. for medicines.  Not today.  Far too tired.  I did set my medicine up for a month and there was enough.  I am beginning to get low, so... soon.  I need to keep that in mind and hope, on some morning when nothing else can be done, that a resupply might be ordered... and an appointment with the doctor.

The cave is seeming better.  A lot better.  I am getting back to work, sometimes more, sometimes less, though daily for the last four, maybe five, days.  Nothing fancy but it sure beats just sitting like a lump.  Even if I am dying, no reason to just sit around waiting for it.  Might as well work my way to it.  Though, as I have suggested, I am simply not that lucky.  Unless, as I have also suggested, "lucky" as in the name of the dog with one eye and ear, only three legs, no tail, and a bit of brain damage.  Alive and... what... skittering along?  *grins*  Yeah, I really could be lucky, in that sense.

I suppose I ought to prepare for bed.  I'll be crashing hard, and probably quickly.  I just hope I haven't pushed to where it gets messy.  Though that's one of those 99 non-bitch things I like to foster.  Good night.