A call.

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When all is failing a call home provides... a moment.  Don't know when that is gone, can't think about it.  As rotten as family can be, what is vastly worse is no family.  That is available today, and was employed.  I didn't whine, just smiled and spoke well, as upbeat as was possible.  She can't, shouldn't have to, deal with my toils.  A boost I hope to yet employ.

Food, two meals.  Gaming, to wake and maybe sharpen.  A shower in an hour.  A pre-shave with the trimmers shortly.  A half dozen calls it is hoped, and some planning.  Will give it everything available, perhaps borrowing from the future.  So many things!  One at a time.  A list would be a best start, to begin triage.  Later.