A cool day.

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The temp is coming up.  The highest I have seen it is just now, at 74.  Couldn't get to anything, tired.  Need to get sleep arranged back to nights.  Hoping to get out tomorrow, and pick up sticks.  I have something to put the wood in now.  Smaller branches and twigs, really, will go in there.

Though whether I pick sticks up, or branches and get them in their place first, I'm not sure.  Though, perhaps, I will do a bit of each as I am hitting areas rather than specific jobs.  Plus, mixing the jobs means less bending for one, if more weight involved.  So mixing work types could work out better than trying a single sort of work until it is done.

I tried to get in touch, to see if tonight is definitely on or not, and about some other details.  No return yet.  But, yeah.  He works from 07:00 to 19:00 frequently, for now, before getting to this part.  He's not always free to text.  Might not even keep his phone on him?  Some work might well preclude that, so as not to destroy it.

I called my mother, she didn't answer.  I didn't leave a message, because she would know.  She called me back a bit ago.  They actually have her in ICU.  For that pulse.  They are used to it with me, or have other issues, but don't bother when my pulse is that high.  Tomorrow, she hopes.  We will see.

I could have told her my brother had relayed the story, but I wanted to hear her take, and to let her say it.  We can get ignored, sometimes.  I try not to do that.  Plus, maybe he hadn't gotten something exactly right, or she didn't.  Which I would eventually sort out.  Lives aren't just physics of space and time, they are stories.  Subjective due to our faults, but also through our individuality.  I want to be a part of her story, and my brothers.  I can't do much, but I can listen to their lives.

She sounded good.  But she has fear.  Not just about this.  Life, and the future, and death, and pain, weigh on her mind.  I hear it, from time to time.  Just... listening... is what I can do.  Actively, with her.  A short talk, but enough.  I'll pray for her rest, and calm, and that tomorrow will see this finished.  Amen.

Well, on to... something.  I wanted to play a game, but was too tired.  So I sat and... drifted.  It was either just drift, or go on back to sleep.  Gee, I think I should have taken a nap!  Too late now, I think.  Bleh.  Later.