Not getting to it.

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Chores, the girls fed, I think their litter too.  I'll check that again, after this.  Just not moving fast.  Or well.

I did call my mother.  She was out, they had gone to a baby shower.  All good.  What she ordered for Christmas finally arrived.  I had heard she had sent it, but... then, thought, maybe she forgot, or got confused?  Didn't want to bother her.  Still, wanted to let her know it was in, when it did arrive.

She said one of my nieces is down with covid, a mild case.  And, my brother mil is in the hospital, though for cancer.  The pain is beyond what they can treat at home.  Not... a good sign.  All one can do is pray, for these things.  There is a point where nothing, medically or otherwise, can be done.  Still, there is always hope.  Maybe something will turn around, or perhaps get better.  Prayers.

Still, I am hoping to get a shower in before too long.  Then get dishes started, and laundry going again.  Or not.  If I can, I will.  I also hope to change the rabbits' waterers again tonight.  It is about 24 out there, F.  The sun came out, for a bit, while I was out doing chores the first time.  It actually warmed the old bones in a way only the sun can.  I said a little spoken prayer of gratitude, to God, for those moments.

Ah, I should get the oven going, ready for chicken.  I am thinking that would be a really good last meal.  Later.