Sam isn't the only one off the feed bag.

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Okay, really, it's not that I can't eat.  I'm just dragging around like her.  I did take food and water to her, specifically.  None of that was interesting to her.  I tried some kitty treats, which she did take.  I took food outside and called for Sassy again.  No results.

As for me?  I can't drink enough to feel hydrated and yet my lungs feel 'wet'.  Oh, right, that stuff D.C. and foam suggested.  I just haven't been to town.  Tomorrow, if they release my friend from hospital prison, I'll be in.  I'm not sure if it will help, I am not sure that is the problem.  But there is still some oddness in the lungs, just too weak even bother trying to hack it up?  Dunno.  A minor down period, though I am still doing little things.  Oh... wait... I have a medicine coming tomorrow that has to be signed to receive.  Hmm.  I will try to get up early and give them a call to know what I can do, what time they are coming.  I think I had planned for afternoon, but can't swear to it.  Ugh!

And, of course, the ghosts are just there, nibbling at my edges.  Afraid, or two weak themselves, to face me head on, they just bite while my head is turned.  Damned things anyway.  Then again, I am their father.

Oh, life gets better.  Like strength, my luck is dumb but brutally good.  But in it's raging nature, I do lose things, if usually just long enough to know what I am missing.  Time...