Scrambling...

Still sick-ish and mumbling through the day like a ghost. Took some Claritin to calm my sinuses down, and it's making me amazingly sleepy. But my nose was becoming its own character in my life and I had too much going on to take a nap.

My youngest brother, Kelly, is in the hospital thanks to problems with his kidneys. They're running tests to make sure they know what's wrong with him, because his blood-work readings are way high. Creatinine and BUN, both.

So I changed my flights. I'm still going to Albuquerque on the 21st but heading down to San Antonio on the 27th and back to Buffalo on the 30th. It meant dealing with Southwest and hotels and car rentals, online...and that was fun.

They do not make it easy to rearrange things. Best Western doesn't like to change reservations online. The offer the option but then it won't work. Southwest is easier, but not by much. And calling gets you on hold for half an hour.

I'm pretty sure I have everything straightened out, now...but won't know for sure till I go traveling. So I've printed everything out, on paper. 

I did get a few errands done around the apartment -- taking out the recycling, sweeping the floor, feeding the plants -- but the rest of the day was just meandering.

I pretty much stayed off social media till a little while ago, and will do that, again, tomorrow. I just cannot handle the nonstop hatefulness of the MAGAt Cult. Suddenly they're crying and begging for sympathy because they're going to lose their health insurance and can't find people to work in the fields and relatives are being deported. 

WelI...I don't care. I really don't. They were warned and chose their hateful addiction over their sensibility, and now they're finding out the monkey is on their backs.

I also mentioned to myself a lot of this could be handled with a relatively cheap bullet. It's good I don't own a gun.