Hmm?

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Okay.  The problem I was going to begin working on tomorrow seems to have been cleared while I slept.  Medicine.  No, I don't mean I took a bunch, or the body somehow leveled.  A call.  I received a call indicating that medicine should, or could, be on tap.  I will call tomorrow, as planned.  Now, however, I have an exact number to call, and a name.  Just in case, I will go ahead and resume medicine.  It'll take a while for me to trust that it will become regular.  On and off can hurt.  On and off isn't optimal, on many fronts, either.  It's a buggy way to live.  Not a choice.  Mess with things too much and the incentive to maintain regularity disappears.  We will see.

I will hit the dishes, then maybe take a shower.  I am not sure if I will need to wash the dishes twice or not.  A hot rinse, at a minimum, after the shower.  Then on to laundry.  Laundry is done, and somewhat sorted.  Some of it is folded.  Now just to finish that.  And, if I have enough energy, cleaning the bathroom would be the final house chore.  The phone call for medicine, a call to the refinancing office to let them know what is going on (can't begin that until after April 1st, but I am still interested), and a trip to the post office if my packages aren't in a box when I check tonight.

It's starting to seem as if the lilt of the deck is smoothing out.  One thing at a time, no faster than is possible.  Oh, and tomorrow, if I can remember, I'll see about the beef.  It could all be rather well set up soon, again.  Copacetic and everything.  Ah, one last thing.  I will keep one pair of pants in the size I ordered, for leisure ware.  The rest are being sent back for downsizing.  I'm down into 36-38 range, according to their line anyway.  Bit by bit.  I still weigh 280.  Of course, that is down from my high of 350-370 range of twenty years ago.  And the waist size is down from 44-46 from when I arrived in this state... six years ago or so?  Something like that.

Later.