9:10 AM on the 13th

 Four hours of consciousness has done little for me.

The hip was cranky, I did not really get moving until close on to 6 am. I applied a hot compress while listening to Morning Joe on MSNBC.

I checked my news updates coming through my email, read one piece of flash fiction. About that story, Helena Pantsis's Lakemouth, I highly recommend it be read. 

The laundry has been washed, and is drying right now.

My intention was to visit D.I.Y. this morning by 9 am. Paycom would not let me in last night for my payroll info wanted by my PO. I need to take this up with HR. Doing so this afternoon seemed more practical between bus schedules and my counselor appointment. That is one thing about riding buses – making the schedule. This is why I am writing and doing my laundry.

I did get two posts out of draft and completed one from my pretrial detention notes.

At noon today, I hit 2100 posts published.

Having lived through 2013, I am not quite as worried about today being February 13, but still.... there are concerns.

For now, I stand with Howling Wolf:

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