A birthday call.

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I waited, until it was time.  Late enough, but not too late.  And, really, just in time.  A good conversation.  But, then, the wife woke, and... that was that.

Then I called my mom.  She answered too?  Weird.  All good.  They are combining, her guy friend and crew.  So, she is cooking them a meal.  I can't remember what she said, but it did sound good.  Oh, meatballs, and something?  And a salad.  I guess I was just so shocked, to speak to both of them on the same day?  All good.

Gaming.  Off and on, through, the morning.  It is 09:39.  Feeling okay, doing okay.  Will make another meal, before long.  I may boil more mushrooms, and add them to an egg casserole.  Maybe.  The idea is... interesting.  Maybe not for today, but for throughout the week.  A square or two of those is good for a meal.

Sunday meds have been started.  Sassy is being fed, her litter managed.  I might be redoing the kefir shortly.  I leave it near the stove/oven, so that when I use it the heat helps that cure a bit faster.  I haven't had a drop, but I lick my fingers when messing with it, and get some on my hands.  So... delicious.  I absolutely love that goo.  I have missed it.  The patience it takes to not just dig in, and devour, what little I have, takes every ounce of effort I can put into it.  I... like denying myself.

Even if it all got ruined, the effort failed, and I had to start over?  I would... be grateful for another opportunity.  For a bit of lessor suffering.  God takes these things, and brings us comfort.  And a tomorrow, or a chance to be with Him.  I... can easily live, or die, with that.  Though, usually, sacrifice for the day usually leads to better results for tomorrow.  I've got nearly half a bottle of kefir in fridge.  I'll be a bit before I have two, a bigger starter jar going, and a spare in the fridge.  But... I am getting there.  In it's time.

Later.