A few things.

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I had to get waterers done.  And, now, I need to find a way to do chores.  Dealing with animals isn't an option, and not even holy days allow that to slip.  So be it.

I did make a breakfast.  I had to toss some meat.  I just haven't been able to cook.  Some of it was good, enough to make ground pork patties.  Those, two of them, plus hashbrowns and eggs made for a reasonable lunch, dinner, supper.  I won't eat more.  Good enough.  Though I did pull meat out, this time I hope to cook it in time.

I called my mother, but she must have gone on to bed.  I didn't want to call too early, or she might well be making food.  Calling later seemed more reasonable.  I hate that I missed her.  I do my best, which... isn't good enough, always.  For some reason, today is lonely.  Nothing to be done for it.

It is afternoon, 17:24 currently.  I am taking day back.  But hurting for it.  Well, that, medicine, insulin, and all else I'm trying to do, or missing.  Anyway... chores, then on to bed.  When... I can stand.  Gotta do chores.  Goodnight.