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I can't do more. Getting ill. The chills, headache, pushed. I was able to speak with my brother. Texted first. Gladly he likes texting as much as I do. I don't. Got the car payment in, and insurance is fixed. Changed a doctor appointment to next month. The shower and shave as well, no small effort in my current condition. Meds taken. Insulin, food. Oh, I have to feed and water the ducks.
I didn't get the paperwork done. I fluffed laundry but didn't complete it. I'll get there. I will feed the cats, and do their litter. The fiber is in, stopped at the post on my return home. I may do a first dose of that as I go to bed. Good night.
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