Thursday

I've been sleeping OK but still fairly depressed. 

I actually overslept by about an hour this morning, I'm surprised Biscuit didn't pester me for breakfast.  But he's a good boy, and patient.  I did feed him first when I got up. 

I am glad I figured out feeding the girls.  I was putting their food in one big bowl and letting them share, but they can get a little food aggressive, hissing and smacking at each other (they're rescues).  I got two plastic food storage containers and serve them out of that.  One for each, set a ways apart. 

Got to take care of the babies.  Then I checked Ron and made sure he was OK, got dressed, off to work. 

Work was pretty uneventful.  The machines looked pretty good when I left but I will need to buy more candy bars on Saturday.  I don't need any Snickers but I do need the rest.  And they cannot abide the fruit and nut granola bars.  They won't touch them.  Them, and the biscotti.  I thought I could class the place up a bit with some fancy Italian cookies but no way, no how.  Oh, well. 

I did (with Ron's approval) pass a few out to various customers and ask them to let their friends know where to buy them, if they liked it.  I remember when I was hospitalized for depression they were handing out cases of Skor candy bars at my school.  Every kid had a couple of cases each.  I remember one boy I liked, all he would eat were Skor because he had gotten them for free.  He didn't eat a lot of sweets, so when he ate one he went for the "free" candy.  I heard later he went into the military. 

Other than that, unremarkable.   Ron ate one of his sandwiches, and liked it.  It's always good to eat the merchandise now and then so you can say "Yes, this is good and I eat it myself".  One of our picky customers "caught" Ron at it, did a double-take, and went over and bought one. 

We finished up and came home.  I drank a protein shake and took my pills.  I had forgotten to take it in the morning.  I have my allergy pill (Loratadine) in there and I was feeling the lack.  Houston is having a perfect storm of allergies right about now, various pollens and an industrial fire on one side (not mine) of town. 

I also took the insoles out of my shoes, which made them oddly more comfortable than they were with the insole.  Go figure that out.  I am just happy my feet are pleased. 

That's one good thing Ron did for me, always told me to take good care of my feet. 

After I took my pills, I sat up for a little while and then took a nap.  Torbie joined me.  I really try not to play favorites, but it is always good to see her.  We had a nice time with me petting her, purring, and for a change no claws on my face (she likes to put her paw on my face with the claws out).  I caught all 3 cats drinking out of the water fountain today.  That makes me really happy, right now I feel I am giving them 98% of what they need.  I do have a little question about putting Torbie on a senior formula. 

I had a pretty good nap, woke up with a headache.  I managed to kill it.  I got on the computer for a while.  I started thinking about the canned cat food again, and decided I should make some phone calls.  First, I called Chuck, went to voicemail.  I tried to leave a "can you help me" message without sounding like the person who calls when they only need help. 

Then I called the vet.  They were thrilled at getting a couple hundred cans of cat food.  Yes, it's a lot of money, but I can't feed 2 cats and leave the third crying in the dark.  He won't understand.  It's more fair to feed just dry for now.  I also asked them to put a bag of Biscuit's food on hold for me to buy tomorrow. 

So I'll drop off the canned, and walk away with dry.  After a while, Chuck called me back.  Yes, he can help.   Good.  I just need to get the food out in the garage tonight so I can put it in his SUV tomorrow. 

Ron really did have a great idea, using the garage as an airlock.  I thought it wouldn't work, but I am happy to report I was wrong! 

So it isn't even 3.  I will probably watch some TV for a while and then eat a TV dinner.  The stew did not turn out very well.  The potatoes were black.  Apparently you can't freeze them, thaw, and cook in a slow cooker without a revolting blackened appearance.  Plus it's greasy.  And there were some icky bits of gristle in it.  Just an all around disappointment. 

I think I'm going to get rid of the raw frozen food on garbage day next week and focus on premade food.  At least while I am depressed.  I have some things like hamburger and sloppy joe mix, great and easy to fix.  I have cooked rice in the freezer (that is the secret to keep it from getting awful "leftover"), I will keep all that.  But I have a little bit of some raw chicken and another bag of the beef stew. 

It just wasn't good.  And I should at least enjoy my food. 

I will probably have some fruit and a cheese stick for a snack before I eat dinner, later.  Biscuit loves the cheese stick, he recognizes it and starts begging.  I hold it down to him and he licks at it a lot, nibbles at it a little.  I will ask about this at the vet tomorrow.  But it doesn't seem to hurt him.  He never eats much, he just likes the flavor in his mouth. 

Ron's asleep but I think he just woke up.  It's a nice, glorious day and I just want to go back to bed.  But I am used to fighting this battle. 

Tomorrow I take the cat food to the vet, and buy Biscuit's special formula.  Later on Ron is taking me to the BBQ place, he has a craving for pork ribs.  I am happy to go with him.  I think I will get a sliced beef and some macaroni and cheese. 

It will be nice to have someone else cook my dinner.  And Ron won't bail on this, he has been talking about it for over a week. 

I just hate having to prop myself up when I'm depressed.  Off I go to clean the litter box.