Feeling pretty feeble, trying to think of something I can make for dinner that T'll be able to eat. Keep getting cold, not being very successful at warming up, icy hands. Weather has been so strange. Still, not the end of the world, maybe.

Finally getting around to renewing farm share, printing the form out now, hope I'm up to cooking regularly by the time it becomes an issue, hoping hostility to waste will counteract indifference to my well-being, need to start building up array of such tricks again, wish I could muster up a more than intellectual commitment to survival, it'll have to do, I guess.