I'll keep at things.

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I called the church, twice.  No answer.  I've left messages, have heard nothing back.  So I don't leave messages anymore.  I'll call until I catch someone.  That is how the world works often.

I did sample the dressing on a small bit of salad.  I... was happy.  The dressing wasn't even cold.  Very good.  I think I'll have a real salad, and some chicken.  The last of the leftovers.  I might even have a spot of dressing for with the chicken itself.

I then called my mother.  Just checking in.  She sounded tired, but good.  When you hit your 80's, it's your party.  Or, when you live near death, as I do.  Not... really a choice.  The body, at some point, does what it must.  We just abide in it, if not it itself?  Then again, I'm pretty tired myself.

Yes, a good day.  And I did some work last night.  Little things.  If I didn't get to bed when I had hoped.  If you can't do what you want, do something useful otherwise?  That's my goal.  I am hoping to finish a few more small dishpans, have some food, feed Sassy and tend her elsewise, perhaps do a load of laundry too.  Maybe.

I'll keep calling.  There are limits, on my side.  But I'll do what I can.  Time is ticking away.  I don't have much else to do, but to keep at it.  God knows, I... do what I can, when I can remember, and am able.  The rest... is sort of up to Him.

Supper!  Later.