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Yeah.  A bummer thing.  I don't think it was overworking, the heat, or even standard health issues.  If correct, it is the illness my uncle had.  I do wonder about... bad medicine.  Anyway, I thought I had gotten over it.  Not so.  I guess I'll need to take it easy, tend myself a bit better, and just try to find or wait for healing.  I'll keep at it, more slowly.

My mother did find habanera, and is making salsa already!  My cousins were there.  She is who they have left, especially at this moment.  All good, especially the eldest... who had started going his way, alone.  His father dying may have opened something for the good.  Yeah, I am getting it too.  Anyway, one of them teased that they would eat all the salsa.  I goofed for a bit, then hit on check and mate.  None of them can even handle her hotter jalapeno salsa.  Little dogs can't eat the big dog food!  Ha!

I did find the number and bump the bug spraying.  Now to get the cave sorted out.  As well, I need to figure out medicine, pay a major bill, and learn of my finances sum total.  Well, and a few other big problems to sort or solve.  Including a new machine, computer.  Just not sure a tablet would do.  Later.