The Divine Mr. M

~Tired again today...and really unambitious. I doubt I'll get anything done beyond the small amount of writing I did earlier. *sigh*

It's hotter than fuck out there. /hides

~We looked at few mobiles today, all in the same park. The place is all funky and Mexican. I liked it.

The mobile we chose is all the way in the back with two empty lots on either side. We'll hear back in the morning re the credit check. We're hopeful as we have the income and there's nothing heinous on Le-Le's credit.

Still, the 'hurry up and wait' is a bit nerve wracking. Think Good Thoughts, y'all. This would get us into a nice quiet place by the first of the month.

Now I badly need a nap...

~Another tiring day, though not a brute like yesterday. Le-Le had a tele-shrink appointment down the VA clinic in Lancaster. As we were going to be down there anyway, I though I'd pop by WinCo and at least get some big bags of cat food. Goddess forbid the weasels should go without for ten seconds, they're all so malnourished. [Icarus is fucking seventeen pounds!! Giving him the eye goop was like wrestling with a baby seal and took the both of us. lol]

However, when I got to WinCo their comps were down and it was cash or cheque only. And that's when I got my first inkling that I'd lost sixty bucks in cash. *sigh*

I did a small shopping yesterday after my nap. I'd had a dizzy spell late morning, like some delicate Victorian matron getting the bleedin' 'vapors', right after the Lawfare news, so I had to wait until later. [Goddess, this is all over the place]

I got some cash back, but it seems to have vanished. Looked in all the usual places, but no joy. Not happy about that.

But it does indicate how truly out of it I am. Nebs Does Not Lose Money...unless he's pretty fucked up. *sigh*

When I got out of the vehicle at WinCo I could feel how beat-up I was, the achiness of stress toxicity as I walked toward the store. In a way, it was a blessing that their system was down. Actually going through with the shopping, as small as it was to be, may have flattened me.

Instead I just turned around and went back to the clinic and sat in their AC. When we got back here I just lay on my bed, not sleeping, just laying there 'like a lump'. Le-Le ordered some pizza. I ate that and watched some crime drama. [Michael Gambon's Maigret, a beautiful production] Then I crashed for about six/seven hours.

I still feel seriously out of it. We're okay, more or less, shopping wise. We have enough food for the weekend and we still have half of a 20lb bag for the weasels. I'm just fucking fried....