Something, anyway.

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A pork roast was pressure cooked, from frozen.  Not the most tender, if I let it run almost dry with the release valve set to open.  Still, it... was edible.  Even Sam claimed a chunk.  There were little bits, cut for her, but... no.  She went with the main piece.  Thankfully that was just a piece of the big part.  Stupid cat!  Though, yeah, I understand.  Eyes, stomach, mismatch.

Then I drained the dishes.  I set up a larger tupperware container, with soapy water, to do counters.  I just couldn't get to that.  I did eventually get a shower.  A much needed shower, and wanted, loved, definitely love those.  Love doesn't help the cripple walk so as to clear the way, always, though.

Then to chores.  It is cold out there, boys and girls.  At 10:00, it was 40, blustery, cloudy to darkness out there, and just not nice.  There is moisture on the air, I think anyway.  Fed and watered.  The girls have been being kept up on, if I need to get their litter this morning yet.

Chores absolutely beat me, this morning.  It can wear me down a bit, but usually not like this.  The weather?  Ah... blood sugar drop.  That pretty much pounds me into the dirt, then takes a day or two to actually recover.  Yes, not again.  I'll just have to go in without fasting.  They get what they get.  I can't do that another day in a row.

I should sleep well, with the shower having been taken... and chores all caught up.  Hopefully, with that, I can clean counters and do that load of dishes.  Perhaps taking another shower before setting up the last of the dishes.  The last of the dishes will only require a small dishpan.  And with the gloves, I can work those while still very hot.  But, they are a lot more work because there are many, small, individual pieces, requiring a good deal of stooping.  Meh, it'll... maybe... get down.

I may feed the girls, in a bit, before bedtime.  And get their litter.  If I can.  So absolutely swamped.  Not terribly hungry, but I want to get insulin.  So... kefir.  I can eat that almost any time.  Eat?  Drink?  This is about a split between the two.  Sam is staring to like it, sometimes.  She really, currently, prefers milk.  Once in a while she gets a real hankering for kefir though.

I get grumpy with her, but try to avoid that.  She is between 22 and 25.  Surprising she isn't fragile, for as skinny as she is.  And, while she isn't grumpy, she can be quite rude.  She has lost many of her social graces, and just does... without thinking.  Oh, I... I know.  When I am in terrible shape, I... we... share that.  She hasn't much time.  And I do love her quite a bit.  I want her last days to years to be as... pleasant as possible.  So frustrating, but... this is a gift.  She is teaching me patience and even humility in her last years... knowingly or not.

Later, or good night... and day.