Forgot medicine.

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I did get food.  A few slices of ham four, thin.  Plus eight slices of cheese, gouda and havarti.  Rolled together, and individual parts.  A iced vinegar tonic, then more water.  Very good.

I had to hunt and peck to find thee coffee filters.  Mother cleaned the table.  No, all good.  She set the boquet I purchased up.  Roses and another sort.  Quite a pretty half bunch though.  I've been meaning to get those.  Just a twice a month, or even every other month thing.

Then I set water running, through the filters.  Filling several jugs, including one for sun tea tomorrow.  As well, getting ice going.  Little things.  Hopefully a bit more later.  I'll check the dishwasher.

I'm not doing much.  But I think it lifts some of thee load, supports her in her efforts, and just helps her noot feel so alone in the work.  That can end up a dark place.  I do try, and get a few needs and wants tended.  And I like doing it,  try to see and do more, as possible.

Oh, nothing fancy.  Just little things that make her feel apreciated.  I'd do more, do when I can.  But... it's mostly what I can do.  Though  we keep getting out this week.  And that is killing me.  May have to go tomorrow?  Though will see if I can do it Monday.  Solo.  Blood test, for kidney doc.  May see if podiatrist wants to get an actual liver panel.  Need to call him for other things anyway.

Back down, for a bit.  Back up in a while?  Maybe.  Make sure all water and the reservoir is good, fill the ice tray(s), and possibly run another ice batch.  Ah, and take night meds, perhaps check bo and blood sugar?  Have a warm chamomile and other herb tea?  Life is good, if it can bee kept simple enough.  With some pleasure, effort, eveen pains to remind that joys are gifts, not grants.

Good night again.