Moving slowly.

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Dishes?  Soon.  Maybe.  Food, first.  Sassy already had her second meal.  She will get two more, a can split into two meal.  I still can't believe how easy keeping the litter boxes clean is.  My guess is, I will only have to clean those every few days.  I could probably go a week and just have it rough.  With Sam, if I missed two days, I would have to completely redo the boxes.  All three of them.

As well, feeding has become so light.  And water stays clean.  Oh, yes, Sam must have been drinking somewhere between a half and a whole gallon a day.  She was amazing.  Didn't want to die.  Like me, did everything she could do.  But, at that point, I really had not proper choice.

Though, Sassy is still coming up with cuts.  I'm not sure it was Sam.  Sam may have been simply grooming her.  It may be Sassy, herself, who is hurting herself?  Or something getting to her?  But... why wouldn't it get to me?  I don't know.  But Sassy seems to be obtaining new cuts, if some of them seem unlikely for her to be able to give them to herself.  I'll... have to sort some things.

It is 24 outside, not warming much today.  Overcast, or enough to make it seem dark.  Winter just doesn't quite want to let go.  It will, roughly, soon.

My choice of 15 cc's was just about right.  As dinner warms, chicken and veggies, I checked blood sugar.  At 106 I won't complain.  The foods I eat often bring it down, though, too.  Still, between a dose and food, I like the progress.

Lunch, then chores, then dishes?  Maybe.  Later.