Yeah, well, a bit.

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More of the dishes were dealt with.  My appointments at the V.A. were documented and put into the calendar, with alarms up to several days to a week ahead.  Yeah... I need a lot of warning sometimes.  Then I called back to get the px filled for one of my pills.  It's a lesser one, but easy to take and does add just a bit to the desired results without tacking on any perceived problems.  Take what you can get on that score.  I then called the gym.  I have to visit the gym and sign off, and then wait two months.  There are worse contracts, and I did look into this before signing up.  I knew about this.

I am planning on making a bite to eat.  Perhaps an egg sandwich.  If nothing else, that I am conscious enough to realize I am hungry, and able enough to make a bite, I am a happy camper.  I hate when I am hungry but unable, or don't notice until I am running into such calorie deficits that it feels like the meat on the inner part of my ribs is being ripped off for fuel.  Yeah, that... really hurts.  So, I'll take what this day is offering, and feed my face before it's too late.  Sure, dinner is coming in later, but who honestly likes to eat once a day?  Even my girls get two actual meals a day, plus they have dry food on the side.  I just can't eat out of a can.  Hmm... dry food, for humans?  Hey, just thinking. 

Later.