Up at about 2:30.

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I had to think.  Went to bed at 17:00, pretty much exactly.  My mom called at 21:xx?  I didn't check, until I woke up.  Didn't know who was calling at the time.  Couldn't even roll over to check it.  Found out this morning.  Or, maybe I looked later in the night?  Maybe.

A tornado hit, where the last woman lives... lived?  I haven't heard from her in... a long while.  Have called.  No response.  From the looks of things, it didn't hit where she had been living.  And, it doesn't look all that bad?  But I haven't seen casualty reports.  Usually they breathlessly spew how many died, were wounded, or are missing.  So I'm thinking probably not many, if any?

My mother is the bringer of bad news.  Not... saying... that is a problem.  But... if there is bad news, she is first to report it.  It's... a quality, of sorts.  Of course, every time she calls I... have that in the back of my mind.  Especially later at night, or at odd times.  She's not just a hobbiest, she's a pro at that!

My heart hurts.  Something is wrong.  Not sure why though.  I took yesterday off, pretty much.  Oh, I did a few things.  Cooked a few (if very light) meals, and lightly gamed and serfed the internet.  Too tired to do much else.  Even so, I will try to do a bit of work today.

A few more boxes where found.  Some areas could be swept, front room and bathroom.  Working on the bathroom hall might take place.  Oh, and finishing laundry, and starting back in on dishes after a shower.

A bite to eat this morning.  The last of the boiled eggs and coffee or tea.  Nothing fancy, but that is pretty good.  Rightly fed and pastured chickens, fed without soy, produce some of the finest eggs one can buy.  I may ask for two dozen, rather than one, this week.  So I can fry some and boil some.  Loverly.  Plus, eggs go well on salad, and make very good salad on their own... of a different sort... potato salad, really, to my mind, without the potato.

On to... something.  Breakfast, I think.