When did I go down?

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Around seven?  I received a text from the guy with whom I had been initially planning to go to the meeting.  I can't remember what he wrote, but that it confused me.  I texted back a hello.  He never texted me back from that.  I also found a voice message from... yesterday?  My phone isn't passing through information.  Everyone who calls is considered spam.  I need a new phone company, number, and maybe different phone.  Though I may try to put that one os on it.  But, I want to back up my phone, offline, not on the computer.  Just haven't found a clear way to do it.

Anyway.  I then received an email, from our group chief, suggesting I meet up with him, at the church, at seven on the day we were to go.  I emailed back suggesting that this wasn't really an option, at this point.  Then again, I was thinking it was already Saturday.  Friday, is it?  Crazy, when your sleep and wake blend and twist into a tornado of confusion.

Oh, hey.  I'm not angry.  I'm not upset.  But, really, it is too late now.  If things were to go forward, I would have had to get my vehicle cleared and cleaned, gotten clothes ready for certain, been wrestling my schedule around (or more successfully, forcefully), and done some other things.  He could have called until I answered, replied in email, returned my return text.  I really don't mind.  I would have figured out how to go, even over my suffering.  It's how I do.  At this late hour, it's not probably doable.

As I said, I'll pray his trip is safe, good, fruitful.  And hope to hear a solid report at the next meeting.

Today I need to get a shower.  And figure some things in life out.  Tea, to start things off.  Then... some... other things.  They body sure hurts these last few days, weeks really.  But, all good.  I'll keep trying to... do things.  Later.