Ah, she answered.

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I always get a bit unnerved, if I can't get in touch with my mother.  Her phone, something off with it, or has been.  Sure.  But... if I can't reach her, she usually calls me.  Though... she is getting along.  Life is difficult that way.  Memory, and such.  And... just being tired.  I understand, probably far closer than one my age should.  But it's still not the same.

Even so, I... wanted to talk to her.  And, finally, did.  Her friend helped, worked on her phone today.  And it seems to have worked.  For now.  I still think someone in the home, a grumpy gus or gal, who knows what they are doing, and doesn't like calls, or my mother particularly, does it.

She, too, had a good meal.  They had it right there at the nursing home.  And, she could have her guy for the dinner.  That's a pretty good gig, for when folks can't get out.  Some years she will do it.  But the young ones aren't picking up, doing it, like they should.  Does every generation go through bad times?  Or is it economics?  A bit of both?  Or... are the holidays just a thing of the past, for most people.  Or even something that never was?  Sad.  But... maybe.

I ate as I would.  As I suggested.  Cranberry to squash to pie, turkey, gravy, and stuffing.  I ate everything offered, some of it twice, and in plenty.  Did not... restrain.  It's a rare thing, to feast.  And in good company.  Still, I... wanted to check.  Blood sugar is... 146?  That's almost crazy low, considering.  But, it... will probably be high in the morning, and for the next few days.  I'm... good with that.  I'll get back into trim shortly.

Gaming, mostly.  And resting.  Still trying to regain strength from going carnivore.  Popping in and out may extend that.  But... you know... it's still looking pretty good.  And, I am not quite through Thanksgiving... a few things to experiment with, if I can get to it.  Foodwise, which may cause blood sugar issues?  I... have to find out.  I would like some holiday treats I can have without too much fuss.  Even if I will, from time to time, go clean off the reservation.

Raining, sprinkling, out there.  A nice day, if a bit gloomy.  But the company was good, and food too.  That changes a thing from gloomy to more like... hmm...  Say taking it from grim to gray?  Something.  It makes it not quite so bad, dark, ill.

All good.  I'd like something else to eat, but I just can't get to else.  A fatted coffee, for as little as that offers.  I just... don't have anything else.  Ugh.  Tomorrow.  I'll... cook some things tomorrow, and eat well again.  Good day, and night.  It's nearing bedtime.