I paced the meal just right.

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Not too much, not too little, and my appetite seems well sated.  That it existed surprised me.  Despite what you may think, I am a being of hope.  I approached my meal with such.  It did it's part, me mine.  I enjoyed the cabbage much better, it not being overdone.  Further, it is still crisp enough that warming it will not ruin it.  The carrots still had some bite to them, though next time I may just add them with the cabbage.  Something to tinker with. 

It is a good day.  An odd day but a good one.  I am a bit slow, with only less than a handful of hours of sleep, give or take a finger.  No, not that one.  Mood is cheery even if the body is less than enamored with fine motor control or muscle usage.  Oh, I suppose I could do one thing before the day is spent, a call to the pharmacy.  I can't take more insulin if I don't have any on hand.  I don't even need heavy math for that.

With the weather warming, Sam is getting out more often and staying out longer.  That brings me some happiness, as I know she loves to be outside.  I really need to see about joining her once in a while.  She loves the company.  She might even bring me half of a mouse!  I am quite sure she has been eating good in the neighborhood.  It is a joy to watch her work.  She does so with intensity and relish.  She is indeed a fisher of mice.

Later.