Want to sleep again.

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Can't.  Just... can't.  Did call the VA number, reported the visit.  That should be that?  I don't know, have never worked with this system before.  But it is done.

Sassy is begging for food again?  Not sure what she is up to.  I'll go ahead and feed her again, it's been four hours, or so.

Looking around the web, at the world.  Nothing important has changed.  The good guys still haven't won, and either can't or won't.  Whatevs.

Finishing the coffee, had water, as well as some custard and pickled pork hocks.  Some brands I wouldn't eat.  They are horrible.  Most types you buy in small containers, these days, are absolutely horrible, and are mostly bone.  These, that I buy, are only meat (and fat).  And... it's pretty well stocked.  Expensive, but you... get some meat on that... meat.

Things and more things.  I need to call my bank, get a new debit card.  Must have lost my old one somewhere.  It's good to clear the thing, from time to time.  I've learned to be careful where I use it.  A lot of businesses, online and off, can't be trusted.  These young kids have learned how to scrape data.

A steak would be really good.  I'm... thinking on getting that going.  And washing the pots, rinsing them, and getting them out to air dry.  Maybe look around for any other dishes I could create small wash groups with?  A few, anyway.  As well, I dried the clothes twice more.  Still felt moist, so I... finally surrendered and used the lowest heat setting, giving it a thirty minute run.  It's... what I can do.

Hmm... glass pots, then a steak I think.  While I am eating, I may warm those clothes in the dryer one last bit.  And, maybe, start in on whites?  I could probably do a small load more of coloreds, but will wait on that, until I have more.

Bandaging materials arrived.  I already have the wound bandaged for today.  I need a day or two to rest, and... enjoy... before digging on that, and beginning soaking the scab off.  Then... I'll... bandage it freshly twice a day.  But, for now, once a day.  Though... I might begin adding ointment?  That will soften the scab too.  Make it easier to... remove.  Usually I can do that fairly painlessly, over days.  But, still, with some softening already done to the scab, that... might... be even easier.  I... don't look forward to the process.  It... hurts, back in the cockles of my subconscious.  I... know what is happening, and don't like it.  Seems... unnatural.

Later.