The final cat trip is later this morning and I'll take along my gas can and shopping list. Time to refill the 5-gallon can (I decant it into a smaller can to use for the mower, tiller, and trimmer, and more often lately, for the generator next door during power outages).

When my friend returns from her trips she looks at the notes (a sheet for each day with medication times and food types and weights) - and peppers me with texts. Rather than spend an hour answering questions via text and messenger, I'm going to type out a narrative and see if that answers her questions. The money is good but the level of fussiness is extreme.

It's lovely today but overnight will drop below freezing, so the last hurrah for some things, others can be covered to protect or moved into the greenhouse. I started that work yesterday. It's in time to remove a few things that could be casualties of the general chaos of roofing activity.

The ex is struggling with pain management. The gabapentin causes brain fog, so he's trying staggering acetaminophen and ibuprofen right now, and will call the doctor tomorrow. I will probably be making a pharmacy run. We're going to have to step up the medical end of things and see if there is an answer to the soft tissue pain. And it's time to have the hard talk with our daughter about being present more and picking up the threads of his treatment.