A call, at least.

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Just checking in on mom.  I wish I could afford a trip.  That just isn't possible.  She sounds good, but they always sound good.  We try not to show problems.  And, even if we don't see them... there are problems.  Still, a call, once or twice a week.  Asking about her, with real concern.  Taking interest in what she is doing, where she is going, and sharing our menus from time to time.  It's not much, it is what I have to offer.

Sassy has been fed, often.  I try to feed her about five times during the day.  Small portions of canned cat food, about a third of a can per time, with the last third tossed.  It doesn't last, overnight.  Goes bad terribly quickly.  As well, I like to remember to check her litter once during the day, and when I wake and as I go to bed.  I do my best to make her life a bit better.  If what helps her, helps me.

Windy out there.  And it was up to 66 last I looked, if humidity was in the 80s or 90s.  That can change in a heartbeat.  Temps can, too, if not as desperately as humidity changes.  It is, or was, a rather cold 66.  That humidity, and wind, will catch you, chill you.  Still, it is a pretty day.  Hard to hate such days, also difficult to enjoy them too openly, out there.  Can look from a window, like a puppy with big eyes and wonder, though.  *wags tail*

Still hoping to get to dishes.  Not sure I will.  So tired.  Soreness is mostly gone.  Just... tired.  Blood sugar has improved.  May have popcorn.  Which isn't the best for that.  But... it is warm, easy to fix, with butter offers more than carbs, and is edible.  At this point, that is about as good as I can do.

Trying to keep going with the game.  Never know, quite, what to do.  Can't focus, remember.  Goals and hopes are all over the place.  It, mostly, helps me stay awake.  Mostly.  So very tired.  I may simply just attempt to remain awake until 17:00 to 19:00, crashing sometime between those times.  I could sleep now, but I think it would really mess up the day cycle I have sort of arranged.  That is slipping, but if I could get to bed earlier for the next few days, and then on, it might work out?  One can hope.

Later.