Needed more sleep.

.

.

Went in for a nap.  Say, around 14:00, 14:30?  The latter or later.  A few hours, I thought.  Up at 19:00.  Does that still count?  Headache.  Mild.  Haven't napped in a very long time, and am trying to wrestle my schedule around.  So, there is that.  A mild headache.  I won't treat it.  Though, now, I have... three types of painkillers (otc), with one more type on it's way.  Not because I use a lot.  More because I would rather mix types on the rare times I use them, and try to use ones that work better with certain pains?  Since returning to carnivore, no need.  Mostly.

Someone keeps calling, offering $35k "emergency" loan, grant, or such.  I just laugh.  Can imagine what the interest rate on that would be... a leg, arm, and first and last born child.  Seriously.  Spammy spam spam and eggs.  Or eggs and spam.  Maybe spam, eggs, and spam?  At least they made it an English speaking woman, not a dot indian.  Still... Spammy, spam, spam.  No eggs.  Have to laugh, list as spam, block, and chuckle some more.

The gift I sent my mother, the one she didn't like...  Someone who works at the home offered to return it.  I got her email, to send the return data from amazon.  But I lost it.  My mother doesn't answer, doesn't have or check her messages, or... whatever.  Anyway, I lost the email and... sort of just gave up.  The woman texted me, but I hadn't seen it.

I saw it today, so texted her back.  She resent her email, I got amazon to send the return mats, and... hopefully I can get that back.  If so, I'll... send mother a bit of cash instead.  It's... not about the money.  It's never about the money.  Though, without the money, there... is no money?  :p  I did send her some perfume this month.  Brand name, not quite the tiny samplers if not full size either.  Though, as mentioned, I'll try to figure out how to send her some money each month.  Not a lot.  Just... something something.  Even living on debt, she always tried to get us boys a little walking around town money.  If her or my brother stole my savings.  Bleh.  Wouldn't put it past either of them.  Family.  Like it or leave it.  Still, that's... not the issue.  When poor, fat is used.  Or... used to be.

Crazy how life works.  I do my best.  Try.  And will get there, I think.  Some thought I would die here.  Some may have tried to help that along.  Usual and unusual suspects, or so my paranoia suggests.  They... are always surprised to see me keep going.  Even though I told them not to be.  And, to not only not die, but to pack up and go?  They... never believe until they see it.  Even then?  The looks on their faces always amazes me.  I... told them.  Meh.

Now, to get, things sorted, stored, clean, organized, out, boxed, thrown, given, gifted, whatever.  A year, it seems.  Some improvements, in the house, to enjoy between now and then, it is hoped.  Will see.  Later.