Awake, or something like it.

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Weakly.  But trying to be at it quickly.  Cat litter.  Oh, that was a mess.  But cleared and reworked, with added litter material.  Feeding them, shortly.  A check outdoors, it is 84 which actually feels nice.  That at 14:49... a bit before but minutes, small change in numbers.  It is 74 down in this front room, starting off.  It got to 79, yesterday.  But... that actually felt okay.  As well, the rest of the house was much cooler, say between 72 and 74?  Give or take.

After cats, a sit.  Then chores.  I had a small pot of beans, with cheese and fresh diced onion.  It amazes me how long onion will last, sometimes.  Other times it seems to rot a few days out from the store.  I'm not sure I want to know why that does that.

I've got to have something else to eat, something more, today.  I'm not sure what to do about that though.  I watch Sam slip, as age consumes her.  She keeps a pretty good attitude.  She's a tough old bird.  But she is slowly fading.  Pushing twenty five years, maybe even on to twenty six.  A shadow, sleeping most of the time, begging for food constantly, even right after she ate.  Forgetful.  Still skinny as a rail, albeit.  I have great sympathy for her.  Then, I realize, it shouldn't be called sympathy.  It is empathy, and almost of an exact or worse condition.  That's... when it hits, hurts.  Less age than illness, but beginning to be both.  In cat years, Sam is reaching something between, say, 80 and 100 equivalent.

Ah.  To brush the teeth next, before a bit of gaming.  Then to chores in an hour or two.  I probably need something salty, cramps in my legs last night, calf in one, upper thigh on the other.  Odd mix.  I'm almost sure it is... hmm... an electrolyte drink might work as well.  As much as it recommends, for a few days running.  If it is still good.  I try to keep some of that around, for when... I do poorly with nutrition, or else.  I try to keep up, but sometimes I just can't.  Later.