A mild start.

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Dishes, a shower, cats fed, their water system checked and filled, plus a bite.  Laundry shouldn't be a problem.  As to food?  It would have to be easy, not fast.  I think the only fast food would be McDonalds, which fell below even my standards.  Food shouldn't have the scent of the dead.  I still like, or liked, their fries, if even those had fallen through oil changes, supposedly to satisfy a vegan lawsuit if probably losing the suit on purpose to use cheaper, inferior, oils.  Still, if I can get things together and get out, I should be able to find a few things by which to cook without fuss or mess.

Absolutely floored or I would have called my mother.  It sounds like she had the flu.  One of my cousins was staying to help with things.  The most unlikely of them which... somehow works as it should for my clan.  A family with many lost causes who, through graces high and low, a word or two from one or two other lost to another, and an opportunity. Extracting a cranium from a dark place and on to doing good.  Not written as a darkness but as... a blessing.  I'll call tomorrow.

I may be at the end.  Or I may get out for food yet.  Or just maybe I'll do that and still do more.  Trash could go, but not until I return.  Ugh.  I think I checked mail Friday, but will look again, on my return, just in case.  So, yeah, I'm going... sometime.  Later.