Great effort to no avail.

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Trash, it seems.  Recycling doesn't look to be this week.  But I couldn't do it.  I stayed up later, hoping I'd... find... a way?  Catch my breath.  Be able to act.  It just didn't happen.  So very tired, and yet I pushed on through.  It's twenty to seven.  I should be asleep, should have been in bed hours ago, many hours ago.

Thankfully there isn't much trash.  There is a lot of recycling, though.  Overflowing, that.  It is what it is.  Monday?  Must be, or I wouldn't have tried to stay up to get the trash out.  I haven't been able to get to mass.  Or the grocery store.  Some thing I was meant to return has timed out.  It's... been rough.

The cool, with the ac, and how I set the house, has been very nice.  But, if I sleep during the day, I'll need the ac on, but just upstairs.  I have closed the house up already.  But only because I am going to bed.  It should stay rather cool.  Especially with the ac running upstairs.

I did call to check on my mother.  She is doing rather well.  Not... just for her age.  For a post-menopausal woman.  A lot of them sort of... lose it, after that.  They might live long, but not well.  Memory, focus, drive, all seem to go.  She still has serious gumption.  Her body is troubling, failing.  But her mind and will are pretty good... within some limitations which goes with being in her eighties.  I wish I could help her more, I do.

She was blue last week, pretty much sum total.  It wasn't me.  I just... called when she was already blue.  I could have just said hello, I think, and she may have cried.  I didn't, I reminisced a bit.  Which, yea... no way out of that, when someone is blue.  Good times, bad times, odd times, the past reminds us of what we have lost.  When we are blue.

She sounds better.  Pushing and trying to be heard and get help.  It's tough out there, more so now, and getting more difficult through time.  Just the reality of things.  So, we gotta take charge, or push here or there, or... be patient.

I got a bit ill.  I think I o'd'ed a bit, on heart medicine.  I was sure I was being careful.  I really need to set up the medicine dispensers... to be careful.  That stuff can kill, and it really smacked me hard tonight.  Part of why trash didn't get out.  Maybe the whole of it?  My face was numb, as if punched hard.  

Well, I didn't die.  On to bed, I do believe.