Brutal, but successful!

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I was running late.  Getting started was an absolute bear.  A shower, then dishes in for... actually a resoaping, for a final final wash.  Then to get the battery in.  Not bad... if I'm not absolutely sure it is perfect.  It is as good as I could get it.  And, then, to try to start it?  Oh, I hate tests.  No, not tests.  Tests are fine, even if I sweat them.  It's the return of the test, right before, that I hate.

And?  Nothing.  Nothing?  Nothing!  I... turned it again.  And again.  I was about to get out and have a looksee under the hood, when I remembered.  Stick shift... clutch.  Check!  Vrrrooom!  Oh, so nice.  I swear, I give myself a start just to see if I'm still alive sometimes.  My subconscious wants to make sure my responses are still good... I... really... hate tests... actually... too.

On to town.  Hoping not to see anyone who might see me as a ticket quota.  Drove directly to the place for registration, went on in.  It seems I drove the wrong vehicle!  It's even on evens, odd on odds.  I... am sure I knew that, but for some reason... choking lately... I mixed it up.  Still, all good.  They gave me a temporary.  I have a bit to get it inspected...

Then, with that taken care of, on to the grocery store.  Everything was ready.  I did go in, which was fine.  All of it is back, and put away.  So tired though.  I couldn't have done another thing in town.  Tomorrow, with the car running and registered, roughly, I will get in, register the suv... check about a phone... make an appointment with the auto shop... wash the car perhaps...  Actually, I will hold off registering the suv until I get the inspection on the car, so I can do it all at once.

Ugh, so brutal.  I had to push to do anything, so doing all I did was amazing!  I... do love to suffer, for a good cause.  I am so toasted, tired, shot.  Still, I'll try to get to dishes a bit later.  Outside and in, currently, it is about 72... except this front room, which is more like 75.  Yeah, I have to get to the dishes, so I can shower again tomorrow.  I have been working on my body, teeth, and else, so as not to be a fright.  That... frightens me.  I... wouldn't know, I suspect.

I had hoped to do a bit of cutting.  That just can't happen.  I will have to push to do dishes, which might not even happen until tomorrow.  Something to eat, though.  Cold tea.  Medicine.  Blood sugar was 181 this morning, fasting, so... all good... considering I thought it would still be outrageous from recent events.  I'll... work on it.  Meat is thawed, or thawing.  I'm ready to eat right again.  Later.