Last night, after having decided to call it a night, there was a knock at my door. No one knocks at my door. Thinking it was CC, and hoping it was not. I opened to the door to find two of my neighbors, Mexicans, standing there with a plate of food. Some roasted chicken and this large ancho chili. They had fixed too much, they offered it to me, I thanked them. The chicken was good, but I went onto the chili. I was up and down most of the night.
I do not know if that is why I was tired when I got back from work. No going to Payless. I did do some exercising. I had dinner here. There was a brief call to my cousin Paul. Documents on the hard drive were backed up, and I edited "Dilemma of Basketball." Then I looked at "Love Stinks."
I am quite unhappy. Both at my lethargy and at finding how much is missing. I remain convinced that the woman who typed up what I have retained text, but I gave up on her speaking with me months ago.
Tomorrow, I am to go to work, the sheriff, and see the attorney about dad's trust. The outline is in front of me somewhere. I am sure of that. I need to get back to this ASAP.
The headache behind my right eye induced my lethargy. Ibuprofen tomorrow.
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