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Nothing. Again. I did eat, deal with the girls, and am about to hit chores. I am hoping to get a shower in. That will be it. Dead on my feet. Been thinking of doing more. Been making plans. Can barely stay awake. A sunny day. Will try, if absolutely nothing else, to stay awake until early to mid afternoon.
Steak, grilled. For some strange reason, the grill lit up easily, quickly, and got rather hot. I don't know why sometimes it won't. There is something... odd... about where I live. It was 14 F, while working with the grill. About the same temp the last several times. The last several times, I had to really work the grill, spending an hour and an half to two hours, relighting, kindling it, doing it all over again. It was nice to have it just work this time.
I only ate half the steak. Sam got a share. The rest is in the fridge, for tonight. For as fatty as it really is, it isn't all that tasty. It will do. But it's... not what I hoped. One side is much better. It is... better than nothing, and better than most beef cuts. Though a good chuck is actually better, in my opinion (not as a steak though, but as a roast). Still, won't kick it completely to the curb. But... it's not the best. Actually brisket (done correctly), new york strip, and a few odd cuts (skirt, and a few others) are actually better too. Still, a large hunk of beef, with some good fat on it, did do well enough.
I am not sure about affordability, but... I think I will be checking my account. If at all possible, this month or next, I am taking Sam in. I... just... can't let her go on like this. Since I won't put her down, I have to figure something else out. She got so skinny so fast. I... just have to do something for her. Yea. Maybe this month.
It breaks my heart to think about Sam being so frail. I've been there too many times with my own darlings. It's such a helpless feeling watching them fail.
ReplyDeletePrayers for both of you.
Thanks, Jean. Prayers are definitely accepted.
ReplyDeleteI am going to do what I can for her. Maybe there isn't anything, maybe there is. I won't give up on her. If she is going to die, she won't die alone, unloved. That's the worst, I know from experience. I can see in her eyes, she knows I have, am, trying. If she sees me crying, about her, she sometimes tries to go hide. I pull her in. I think she understands some things, not all. But... that I can cry and hold her means a lot to her. Strange, how much they really know.