Still awake.

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Not for long.  It is still right at 82 out there.  With wind still going.  Quite a strange thing.  I'll take what I can get of it.

My brother called.  My mother has fallen again.  At least one more time.  And, now, she has the shakes.  He says they have her on medicine for some of the neurological problems.  She really may be in some physical trouble.  She has a surgery coming up, then shortly after a visit with a doctor who specializes in these things.

My brother had to take a bit of time to take a call from his wife, who is with her mother... who is going through chemo... her first dose today.  Not a great time, for us, on several sides of things.  My brother... doesn't handle change, or multiple problems at once, well.  Oh, he'll get through them.  But... it's... not his thing.

Not much I can do.  Pray.  I don't have the coin to go visit home, or I would.  I can call and talk to her.  She wants, if she has to, to go into a nursing home there.  She knows people for a hundred miles around, and more really.  It is where she was raised, and has lived mostly, and most recently by a lot of years.  Still, I'm hoping that isn't required.  We will see.  I hate being stuck here.  But that is the way it is.  Then again, I'm not sure I'll be able to keep my house, either.  So... yeah.

I have been able to be awake fairly well.  It isn't much cooler in here than yesterday.  The outside might be cooler, but that is air flow.  Can't get that inside.  And the sun still strikes immobile objects, and warms them pretty much the same.  Meds have been taken.  As much food has been eaten as possible.  I think it is bedtime.  Didn't make 17:00, but I did make 16:00.  It's a good show, for now.

Good afternoon and night.