Thursday, December 11, 2025

Weak day.

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I could not wake for the life of me.  I did make it down for breakfast.  Barely and just.  Then right back to bed.  Up around, after, 16:00.  A few things for mom, myself, and a few things managed just as I was doing other things.

One thing is, I ordered a year planner book.  Mom uses one, and I am impressesd with how well it works.  She ordered a new one, as hers is aging out.  I ordered myself a large and small one.  Plus I am putting things in the phone.  We'll see.  I needed to get our schedules, so as to make plans for confession.

As well, I finally took my bed apart, then set it back up correctly.  Will see if I like that.

Didn't get Christmas lights up.  But mom has decorated the place very well, inside.  I worked on her tv, with antennas in.  But none seem to work.  The three new ones brought in between eight and thirteen channels, but attempting to view those, either the signal was too weak or the system suggested that wasn't supported.

Clouds as interference?  Some minor technical detail?  The antennas aren't placed right?  They are used in the wood part of the house, most with window access.  Facing south and/or west.  I just don't know.  Gave it my best.  Still working on things.

The vacuum mom has been using seems to have died.  I've fixed this one twice, mother fixed it at least once.  This time there is no real fix possible.  I just ordered another.  Few get glowing reports.  The choice is $150 ones that break in a year or two, with poor suction, or a $70 one of similar nature.  They don't make good things anymore.  So, $70, with plans to replace it in a year or so.

I have another, but that is for me.  Mom... seems to break things.  If she does use them, too.  Possibly WHY she breaks things?  Though she... has a way with things.  Not always a good way.  I try not to begrudge her, but some few things I won't share.  She needs a break anyway.

Will try to sleep tonight.  Get to a few things tomorrow.  Christmas lights, a. returns, a phone call and appointment.  Perhaps clearing and cleaning up here, and laundry started.  Ugh!  Goodnight, I hope.

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