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A bit at waking. Not much. I am still rough. A few things. A bit later? Very few things. She has been backing off on attempting to machine-gun orders. I might or might not do a few things. But soon or late I just shut down and crash. I really need rest, sleep.
It is just starting to begin to sort of start cooling. Days are more in the 80s, if nights, lows, are just getting to the low 60s. Warm. Hot really, especially without cooler nights. Days are supposed to be dipping into the low 80s and mid to lower 70s in the next week or two. Rain is supposed to be arriving. Clouds have been passing through, but rain has been scant. We keep hoping.
A list of things, mostly calls, tomorrow. But... many calls. Oh, and dental too. Ugh. Something forgotten on the list. I think there are half a dozen calls already. Just one run, mom's medicine. Probably?
I did get trash and recycling out. A few odds and ends made it out. An old piece of cement board, boxes of survival waters, in aluminum foils. Yes, water goes bad. Plus the little regular trash and tecycling we had. I did notice many folk had those out particularly early this week. Odd, but okay.
I did receive another querry from the potential home buyer. Not an offer, just seeing if I had put out a call for bids, a listing. As I suggested before, not with my mother here. If I got a large enough bid? I'd contemplate it. That's as close as I am to that. No bid offered. Still, surprised I heard back. But, if interest drops by a point, this next time? Two after the next two, three, or four fed meetings? Bob could be your uncle. Might well be worth dropping a serious bid now, if... a flipper was sure. Then finish it by the time that happens. Risk? Reward.
If that happened, I could well be into a different home before it hits. Not sure I want to move. Would have to be able to buy outright, and furnish easily, with cash remaining. But... anything is possible when certain switches are flipped. Might have to downsize, for that. But, okay.
Got up for water, and this. A bit more sleep now. Ugh. Later.
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