Ah, the funny ideas we call "hopes for the day."
Maybe I'll work on music? Eh, probably won't happen, just typing this is problem enough.
It's quite possible that a friend of mine may take me out to Pasadena to get some paperwork taken care of. He has his own issues, but it looks like it might happen.
I did a piece of web-based business, wrote a note on Facebook on the topic of "why I ain't gonna be the President any time soon," checked the DWP because I still haven't figured out what their billing cycle it is, it sure isn't "once per month," it may be every six weeks or so but whatever it is I haven't figured it out yet, so I try once a week or so.
Hoping to connect my wife with yesterday's Steven Universe episode, it was both beautiful and tragically sad, something the Steven Universe team is very, very good at doing.
Now, that's an interesting thing the MS Highway seems to be asking of me... After having been presented with the need to deal with catheters, enemas, herbs that sometimes make me go diuretic which changes the way the whole "bladder thing" gets seen to, I am tasked--perhaps even gifted with the task--of one thing: