Up, almost going.

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Windows shut, upstairs.  Opened down here.  Oh, and thought to open the main doors, allowing screen doors to let more fresh, and cool, air in.  Very nice.  It is 74 in here, would be cooler if I had opened up last night.  And, yes, that helps.

Water going, coffee set up, mine made.  Ice machine going.  No food, other than the fatted coffee.  But I continue to take bitters, right before coffee.  To keep nausea well in check.

Mom wants up at seven.  Almost there.  Dishes put away, she asked.  Glad to do.  Especially this morning.  Doing much better.  Not perfect, or even quite "good".  Just... much better simply comparatively.

Tea out.

Talking bible and church this morning.  She wants to go to church, I need confession first.  We... negotiated a method toward those ends, and a timetable.  Set it up with the priest, guve me two days of rest beforehand, so that I can be... in the right state.  Well, and have my wardrobe ready for church.  I think I have my clothes ready, and found several dress shoes.  I think that is, probably ready.

Then to go in a few weekly masses before hitting a bigger weekend mass.  Not... quite ready for a large crowd, not... immediately.  But, yes.  It is time.  Past time.  But we had much to arrange, still do.  But it is past time to return.

May begin doing rosaries together.  I'll need to lead, but I think I can do that.

Breakfast soon.  Then checking on a few things, washing windows, getting her hose shortened and back to her typical placement.  Then probably back to bed.  Up later, for a bit more, and supper.

Have a good day yourself.  Ribs and sternum, well and the whole torso trunk, are sore.  Bruised, loose, achy.  But given the fall, a light price.  Good day.

Now to get to breakfast.