Up, showered, shaved, and...

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I had to figure something out.  How to transfer an email address from a text message to an email, so as to kick the email to a new party.  Well, then put that email address into a contact.  Probably fumblingly, but done.

Then a shower and shave.  To prep for a visit with the judge.  Good?  Bad?  Was done online.  I explained as well as I could.  Life hurts, I don't have much choice, once I saw more.  I must suffer.  And I do.  Some days, even if having seen the light, I... still... wonder.  But I have made it this far.

It may not be in his hands, though.  Pay in, receive out, and so much for so much.  Still, while I agree life isn't fair, I was on this income for nearly thirty years when I got into a home and car.  Not that that means anything, but... it does, too.  Disabled?  Beyond a doubt.  But that may not mean anything.

I will find out... when I find out.  I laid it out, my best.  And the neighbor... backed me up, in his way.  All I could be is honest, if angry and ashamed from time to time.  Who likes admitting they are broken?  Ugh.  So exhausted.  Goes to show.  Ha!

I fed and watered critters.  I may get the girls, again, while I think about the day.  Can I do anything.  I need to do things, but am so... yes... tired.  Still, there is hope.  I brought the bottles in too.  I am hoping to be in shaped to put fresh bottles out in a bit, as soon as it hits the mid 80s?  Something like that... or noon?  Ugh, everything is approaching so fast, and I have other things to do.

Well... on with whatever.  I have done what I could, on the final appointed day and time.  The rest is up to them.  Oh, well, it looks like having medical limits on my drivers license actually was finally a plus, if still an annoyance.  I'd almost bet they regret doing that now.  But... medical bureaucrats can't have it both ways all the time.

Later.