SoulCatcher is stranded in Barstow. I think I'll give up on trying to write down his exploits until tomorrow and work on Liturae instead. The fates just don't want to let me catch SC up to the current date. SC! I laugh every time I type that. This talker software reads it as South Carolina every time and I don't know how to teach it to do it differently. Must go soon. I've got to prepare something for dinner, probably the lasagna my sister left for the family over the weekend. That requires no more than some microwaving. I really crave a pizza, though. Maybe I'll order one. Maybe not. I can't make up my mind.
Just musing, but that has been an increasing problem lately. I can't concentrate, can't make a simple decision. something is wrong besides my eyes, besides my stomach, besides my diabetes. I'm losing a lot of ground and have no idea just what it is I'm retreating from. Blah.