A week into September is a week further into a condensing. In fact, it’s a little more than a week into September as composition begins here, it being near to 3:00 a.m. on September 8, 2011. The “tale” was left “last issue” with stuff still to do, with supplies obtained but in need of lasting and a sad physical shape. That was as of August 25, 2011. Upcoming next day was a trip to the office to review the cost of the space underfoot in the days ahead. A bunch of papers to review and sign had one flaw, one wrong paper. It’s unfinished.
The next day (Saturday) there was an impossible dream, a state of managing to get up and walk around; yours truly sat in all day. One practical thing was done – a message board was bid goodbye. The reason for being there dwindled to nothing with Rick gone, while a number of antagonistic people frequented the place and promised revision of the system had been dragging for months. It’s not been any kind of a need and was arrived at because a local board (that of the cable company) was closed to non-subscribers.
Sunday, the 28th is pretty much a blank – every opportunity to get some sleep is important and a lot of the day was so spent. There was no attempt at notes – possibly the scooter was re-charged. A stop by the friendly visitor (Bill) did take place. As expected, more or less, on Monday the homemaker aide came and on Tuesday the agency assessment took place. There’s a little bit left to be done in regard to stuff in the office; but, otherwise all the rest of the world wants are presumed out of the way for a few weeks anyway.
A condensation is not the real thing.