Finally.

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The shower was taken.  And, I had a backlog of clothes to wash by hand.  Unders to socks.  Plus new socks.  I got two sizes.  Since the smaller ones fit, with slight swelling, the bigger ones will fit well, more so if swelling gets much worse.  So I washed the pair I had tried, and the new pair.  Though, I think there was something in the first compression socks.  I got a blister about halfway up the shin, to the left quarter... about center.  And, that blister popped, or really I popped it.  Now I have a sore.  Yes, I think something was in it.  A but that bit?  A chemical?  Who knows.

I wore it all day.  Right out of the bag.  Not... a good idea.  Just try it on.  If it fits, from now on, then wash it before using it.  So... I got that all done, cleaned, but no shave.  Not even a trim.  Time.  It was getting late.  I wasn't sure when they closed, but I thought they closed earlier on Fridays... 16:00, 17:00?  It was a bit after 16:00.  

UPS, that is, for the return of the flattop.  Now to wait for the return deposit and begin searching for a larger unit.  I think this might have been a problem with how they set up smaller propane tank intakes.  And how those work with larger tanks.  Though, then again, I tried the small too.  I think it was just a failure.  There is always the possibility of user error.  But I read the manual.  And it is far from rocket science.  Indian brass parts, with no oversight?  Chinese?  Small companies have great difficulty, because they can't have white inspectors on-sight, and can't afford to do quality checks here?  Unless they are hiring here, but at the bottom of any and every job offering?  Anyway... it's returned.  I'll still order from them, but buy locally.  And one that takes larger tanks to start.  I really would have liked that one, but oh well.

After returning that beast of a box, I went on to the grocery store.  I have all of it up, but some meats out.  Some to be cooked this afternoon, or night.  Not sure I can stay up much longer.  I could get the last of the dishes restarted.  But I don't think I'll do much else.

It was 96 out, when I left.  Dry as a bone, I suspect, though... didn't look.  And that can be deceiving.  It was hotter in town.  All the traffic, tar, buildings, and just anger from people... as they slowly bake no mater whether they have ac or not.  Still, got through, and mostly civilly.  I did get a bit irate, a few times.  I now pray when I feel that hangry, hotangry, coming on.  And, sometimes it works.  Today it worked exceptionally well.  I did get a bad man dog treat though, beer.  Oh, yes, I... I wanted beer.  Not much.  Just a sip.  But... yes.

Oh, I was listening to the Catholic radio station.  Annoying, sometimes.  In some ways.  Oh, I know.  Remember when Peter prayed that God release him from a thorn in his side?  Right.  Well, they were discussing that.  Rightly, wrongly, seemed reasonably to me.  The thing is, God doesn't always remove that thorn, the temptation, that price for sin, or whatever.  Something about God wanting both humility to bloom, but, also, to look deeper.  Find what the real problem is.

I... know my thorn.  And, more, I know what it is there to do.  I am supposed to find a woman.  I don't see how.  But, I know what.  A wife woman.  Never married, unless, maybe, a widow... and innocent one.  Viable, or not at all.  The unviable just don't last.  Something is missing.  The season that needs to allow her field to lay fallow... it isn't there.  Ugh.  I know, I just don't know how to fix it.  I am thinking God is asking too much.  And, yet, if some things come to pass, I... may get a chance.

Ha!