.
They want more information. So, next time, I will have it. I have
to find it first. But I know I have it. Still, I think I want to
check some things out. I sent a missive, to arrange a few
interviews. Just gotta make sure some things fit.
I did have to bust my balls, a bit, in this cold, dark, damp day, to get
there. Only to be told I need more proof. Though, yeah, I get
it. Still, they botched my discharge papers, and on purpose. There
is a lot missing. Even... from what they admit.
It is cold. It was 35 or so when I returned. While it has rained a
lot, it didn't freeze (or not until recently, after returning home). It
did change from rain to snow, well above freezing. So it didn't ice or
slush the roads. Thankfully.
So tired. Not too sore. Not bad, really, other than being a bit
tired, having to push to get things going. Well, and there are little
problems, here and there.
I still get the idea that someone... still remembers. Remembers some
things. Remembers me. Though, too, I think someone still
sees. Or... seems too, leaves tracks, recalls. Fifteen hits, on my
blog, for the month. Not sure if that is some failure in my system to
block it, or... someone still visiting, from time to time. Can't be
sure. Not sure if blocking means as much as I think, either.
