I'm a bit toasted.

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I think it is stress.  Trying to figure out finances, where to go, how to take my belongings, what of them I could take, and not having a timetable to work with... plus a few other things, such as whether I would even be able to keep my cats?  I'm fried, down to the deeper nerves.  Even if what I am told is true, I realize these companies can pretty much take my home if they want.  For politics, or whatever else.  And, it seems, they will run right up to it.  I realize that my home is never safe, no matter how honestly I play the game.  I told you, long ago, I decided I won't fall in line with the pecking order.  That hasn't changed.

I called my mom, let her in on the news, but still want her to call me Wednesday... to remind me to call again.  I am hoping to figure out how to get back into enough shape that I can get to town Monday.  I am razzled, fried, cooked, baked, and shot.  I do have to get in though.  Oh, and I have some returns to make and shirts to pick up.  Gah!

To that end I thawed meat and am eating ravenously.  Eating popcorn and salad, while it has some good things, doesn't it cut it when needing to work.  I'll be going to bed early tonight, shortly.  Probably.  I'll try to kick it out to, say, 20:00, then set the alarm for 5:00.  Just not sure about that.  Good night.

Oh, while I didn't watch the inauguration, I espied from a distance in the way I do.  I have some reason to believe from the bits and pieces of the various parts that things will work much better than worse and more often, by far, than not.  I'll keep him, family, and America as a nation, in my prayers.  Just understand, there is still the piper to pay.  Between borrowing and spending, the debt has to come due.  It doesn't matter.  Sobering up right before the check is handed does not change the amount due for this drunken revelry.  It's... gonna hurt.  Just so you understand.