A small start.

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I did call my brother.  Couldn't get through.  AND his voice messaging system was full.  Okay.  So, I let that go, for then.  And started my waking process.  He did call back.  It's obvious he has a lot happening.  I realize I am rather far down on any list.  Actually, I'm not on any list he has.  Since we were children, for many reasons.  I get it.  Still, I call for... duty?  Something.  A mother's request, as well.

I had meant to call about the mortgage option, to cancel it.  So they stop calling.  Five to seven calls a day.  I had intended to just ghost them, but... I'd like my phone back.  It's just too late.  They close East Coast times.  Tomorrow.  And the woman who was in charge, initially.  It's like they have two whites do the major stuff, then ten minorities call over and over and reiterate, and irritate.  They need to stop that.  It doesn't help.  Even if their deal had been worth engaging, that has to stop.  If they really need quota hirers, hire them, and have them call each other.  Or some other equally useless, if less bothersome, tasks.  Although, with elites as they are today, bothering clients with minority hires IS part of their job, I think.

Hungry, a bit?  But not terribly interested in eating anyway.  I am thinking, perhaps, some or the remainder of the pork roast, and some veggies, steamed.  Yes, maybe.  It is cool out there, around 42?  Something like that.  And a bit windy, plus overcast.  A spring day, a less pleasant one, but no longer winter.  There is that.

Later.