It was a plan.

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I got the carb replacement down before starting the dishes.  It did help in that I didn't end up swallowing bile back down by the gulps and going through a rash of other very strange physical, mostly gastronomic, impleasantries.  And I mostly got through the dishes.  I am heating up the last of them, so they dry better.  Some, the plastics, will just be allowed to air dry.  I hate trying to dry plastic, at almost any temps.  Just... doesn't go well.

I will get that load of dishes finished, but I won't do much else.  I hit a wall.  Any other day, and minus the ketocana, I would guess I would be down, sulking somewhere in limbo though without thought.  I'd be unhappy about it later, or not.  Still, I am done.  I hope to figure out something tomorrow.  Just, today, not happening.  Not even a shower as I finish the dishes.  But the tub will be open for a bath or shower later on.

I fed the girls today, and put Sassy's food as close to the water bowl as I could.  It'll take time, but I think I can creep her closer.  Eventually she will lose track of the noise.  If you don't remember, the first two weeks to month she was here she was almost never seen.  Neither by Sam nor myself, actually.  She stayed hidden.  I tried to be patient with her, was patient.  That wore thing.  Finally I made it so she had to come close to be fed, and be held before being fed.  Eventually she got better.  Even now she can be a bit shy, but she is quite tame... other than when her and Sam get into it.  I'll... train her about this, too.

Good night... and day.