What about them apples.

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Called my mother.  And... she picked up.  She has been out shopping.  I think a nursing home would be more difficult if she couldn't get out.  And, when she gets out, she shops, and sometimes cooks.  Might even help with cleaning from time to time.

She sounded healthy and happy.  I told her what I was planning for Christmas supper, and she had some advice.  Well, I consider it a heads up, I always have to see for myself.  Gristly, she said, the tip of the wing.  I'll find out.  For me?  Sometimes I like gristle.  On pork ribs, and some other things.  I really enjoy chewing gristle, if there are limits.

Being successful, I decided to call my brother.  I... wasn't sure about some things, but... that... isn't always the point?  Not only there, but he had time to talk.  He is busy, with a family life already.  But, now, with the inlaws living there, and having many medical issues.  He is their cab, and probably chief cook too?  Well, he's the house manager.  Thankfully he gets along with the inlaws.  That helps a lot, especially when they need a lot of help.

It is good to speak with folk.  I'm never sure if it works quite right, or will.  But, when it does, just... so be it.

I'll get crackers and sardines shortly.  Then, with what is left, fill some of the calories and else with pork.  I'll probably cut a similar hank of the roast off, if Sam and the feral tom will get some, or have it left for whenever it is time to feed whichever one.  He has to know I left it.  He can smell me a mile away.  :P  Even when I shower?  Most likely.

So cold in this front room.  Even in the main, warmer, rooms, with  the furnace jacked, I... am feeling cool.  Even with it ten degrees warmer than it has been!  Bleh.  I don't know what the gig is.  Just that I am cold.  Oh, blood sugar is 120, so I'll have 4 to 6 cc's of fast acting with my next meal.  Later.