Not great.

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Beautiful clouds this morning, remnants of last night's rain. In theory, there's a chance of rain late today or tonight, but if it does materialize, I expect that it won't be before this evening. There aren't enough clouds, and they're neither big enough nor near enough, to produce anything in the next while.

Still no word on the well tank. We stopped by yesterday and left a message with his son, but they're in the field all over the northern part of the state, every single day. If you want a new well drilled here? It's at least a two- or three-year wait. That's what colonial overdevelopment does. I mean, it's great for them, but not for this place, and certainly not for the land or the water.

And not great for us right now, either, considering that our pump failed a month ago tomorrow, and Monday will be a month since he was out to replace it and advise us that the tank was shot. And this new pressure pump is burning out fast.

What else is not great? I knew last night I was in trouble; I could feel it.  My pain levels were very bad yesterday, but we had to run all the errands anyway, and that was on top of everything else this week and last week and the two before that. I went to be around 12:30 this morning, to no avail, because my left had dislocated sufficiently to make the pain excruciating. I fell asleep from sheer exhaustion for maybe 2 or 3 twenty-minute increments sometime around 6:30, 7, and was up again by 8.

And if I thought the pain was agonizing at 4 AM, well, it's nothing compared to what it's been since then. I can barely walk. Sitting down is almost impossible; standing up again is even worse. Yes, today is chemo day, and I've adde the steroid on top of that, but it's not taking the swelling down, not doing a thin for the ensuing muscle spasms, and of course, the dislocation is the worst of it, because gravity pulls everything in all the wrong directions. Like my tendons and ligaments aren't already torn enough. And there is absolutely nothin I can do about it except wait for it to resolve itself. It could be hours, days, weeks . . . about three years ago, it was months, and I still don't know how I made it through that stupid year.

I am so tired. 

And of course, all that expense to come, whenever it actually comes, means that we still need shares, and we most definitely still need sales, several grand's worth of sales, until I can get everything covered that has to get covered. Which means I have to get caught up on the work somehow. Links are here:

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