A shower and call.

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Not sure... if anything will happen.  But the call has been made.  I have two days, counting today, to get that in.  When time isn't on my side, it is really not on my side.

The shower was great.  I love those things.  Could only imagine what it must have been like when there was no real hot water, or a place for a larger guy to bath/shower.

So tired.  But I want to stay awake until I hear something back.  Though, I think they aren't open Friday.  And only until 15:00 today.  Possibly at lunch as is.

So tired though.  Oppressively tired.  But, mostly dressed properly.  Will just have to put on socks... letting my feet air dry, and change pj bottoms for pants.  Not slacks, today, or tomorrow if it's possible.  But decent pants, and probably boots if I am going out.  Not dressy, but what I can do.

In any case, I will... hopefully, set up confession one way or the other.  It might be late, but I'll be ready here on out.  It's sometimes the best I can do.  I thought his funeral was going to be later this spring.  Spring being the operative word.  Not sure why it is even this late, though.  Busy?  I don't know.

I'll... get these things arranged, and try to keep up on them.  Difficult, when I'm down for winter, not feeling good, and with a broken foot to add to life interest?  :p  I'll... try.  Why the impetus?  First, because I want to be there.  Second, because I was called.  Hear the call, in my soul, but hearing a call of flesh helps too.

Later.