A few things done.

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Can't work on Sunday, I am told.  Well, okay.  How about early Monday morning?  Had hoped to do a bit Friday night, then Saturday.  Couldn't.  Heat had pretty much shut me down.  But, after a few days of cooling, I got a bit done today.  Nothing works out as it should, always.  Always something to go wrong.  But, something was done.

I didn't shave today.  Tomorrow.  Another shower, and a shave, I hope.  Might not be able to do much else.  Study, some.  I am sticking with review, and memorization, of what has been studied to date.  As well, going over the sounds of certain of the hiragana, specifically the "r's", a closer listening to the "f/h" sound, and a few others which sort of have me confused... including the two "o's".  One is a vowel, the other is "wo", but apparently without the "w"?  It may just sound the same, but is written differently, like ate and eight?

Too bed, shortly.  Oh, I'll need to reset medicine soon.  I think I have one day left.  I am not sure how much medicine I have, but I'll collect what of it I can find, and go from there.  I have four medicine dispensers, each of a month (28 days anyway).  I doubt if I can fill one, until more meds come in.  All good.  Should be on the way.  Or did I receive them recently?  I can't remember.

My mother called.  I missed her call, twice.  She left a message.  She is rough shape, but better.  I guess I didn't think this surgery was supposed to be this difficult.  You never know, or how it will work out.  I tried to call her back when I realized I had missed the call.  She didn't pick up.  Actually she called Saturday.  Where... was my phone?  My sleep has been so off, I guess that is how it goes.

It is down to 72, near the computer, this morning.  I am enjoying it.  The fan is right on me, too.  Yes, not too cold for me, quite nice.  Yeah, I got the slow acting insulin in last night.  And fast acting with most meals.  Missed one, but... got it later.  Not eating the best, but it's what I can do.  

I did get the waterers refilled, until the last chores later at night.  Twice, when I can.  I like to check on the rabbits.  I always fear they are out of water.  I suppose they could go without for a few hours.  But, as captives really, I feel obliged to try to make sure that doesn't happen.  And, save perhaps two or three times I can recall, I have done that well.  Some of those were from no fault, such as a waterer being knocked down by some unknown happening.  Still, it bothers me, so I check often.

Good night.