Eggs, bacon, and calls.

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Calls first.  I doubted if anyone would answer.  My mother first.  Nope.  So, on to my brother.  We had quite a long talk.  He had worked in Vegas, security, after the service.  He met some number of starts.  From Penn and Teller to Debby Reynolds to... whoever might be performing or touring.  Some he liked, some he didn't.  He even asked Glen Campbell to sing Rhinestone Cowboy for him.

It sounds like the damage from the cold weather has been fixed, at his house.  It sounds like he did some portion of it, or all of it.  Their insurance didn't play fair with them, but... so be it, for now.  Carpeting, dry wall, broken pipe... quite a thing.  Then again, considering how much some had to pay for electricity, he probably got off better than some.

His m-i-l is in for surgery.  Cancer.  Our mother had medical today.  Shots to manage her back pain.  Two, or is it three surgeries now.  He has a puppy, which was just fixed.  So he has... lots on his table.  I'll keep them in my prayers.  He seems to be doing okay.  If tired.  Being the only one at home, with a whiney pup... if a big one, he isn't getting much sleep.

Still, he was glad for the call.  We had a good talk.

My mother called while we were talking.  I just called her back when I finished.  Sure enough, deep shots, and in a lessor favored area... the derrière.  Deep, and possibly several types?  They had thought it might be her hips, but no... back.  Or... so they think.  Do they ever really know?  I suppose you just have to go with things.

She was quite wearied from the doctor visit and shots, and some other medicine.  They won't give her anything, for the pain.  But, oddly, they gave her pills which made her drowsy.  She was still tired, after a nap and half a day or so?  I get it.  I still haven't sorted out the odd sleep and waking from earlier today.  Strange, but my brother had sleep just as off as what I had.

The cool isn't helping.  Iowa, where my mom lives, is cool as well.  And windy.  But they could sure use rain.  Too cold for planting, a bit too dry to make anyone happy, and windy which isn't helping.  Texas seems warm to hot and humid.  I had thought I had heard Texas was supposed to get a cool spell.  But that source is hit and miss.

Anyway... then eggs, bacon, kefir?  Milk?  Something.  So tired.  But calling people was good.  I had thought to text another, but I don't want to bug him until this weekend.  I only called two people because the first failed, and then that opportunity returned.

I best check on the ducks, and possibly change the waterer for the mini does.  They may not drink tonight, but... if it doesn't freeze... they will have water early.  The others, as long as it doesn't freeze, have water left over.  But those does drink like there is no tomorrow, if rarely after dark.

Hopefully a bit of dishes, a shower, then a load of laundry?  I can hope.  So tired.