Meatloaf.

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For dinner, this time.  Not music.  That and fried parsnips.  I wouldn't normally make meatloaf, order it out, or eat it.  But it was good.  I had stopped checking blood sugar, as I knew it was high, from what I was eating.  Decided to check it before supper... 102.  Okay.

I don't mind clearing dishes, putting condiments away, and such.  She usually cooks and puts dishes in the machine.  Though I do that too, from time to time.  I will want to do some cooking soon.  I like to cook.  If she wasn't here, in my current condition, I would be fasting most days.  For good or ill.

I'm trying to do my part, anyway.  With food coming in, I can help.  If I were fasting from being this exhausted, the world would fall away.  I got the laundry to her room.  In time, I'll do laundry and just have her fold.  But we had so much to do, and I am gimping by.  So it is her doing it, or a long wait.

Burning up and sore everywhere.  I told her, tomorrow, she has a choice.  End table or post office run.  Yes, I am down to that.  I need rest and sleep.  For this next week, maybe two.  I'll still help lift laundry, set up her coffee, filter water, feed Sassy, and tinker up here in short bits.  But mostly else going down before something important fails.

I'm thinking whether it is back to sleep, relining resting, or a bit of sorting.  I... like thinking, not ready for action or even a full decision quite yet.  Later, or good night.