I eat for free. Does save me some money.

The VA gave me money to hire help for him. I started doing that. Awful hard to get people to do what you want, and I'm not demanding . . . plenty of paper plates . . . pre-cooked meals they just have to heat up. No matter how low I drop the bar, they don't measure up . . . just want to sit in front of TV.

Then the VA said I could do just about whatever I want with the money. So I cut down on paying helpers who don't help much. I'm getting ready to put thousands into a pre-paid burial policy . . . so, maybe, his kids will stop whining about their fear of getting stuck with final expenses. (By me doing this, I can get him buried whole, instead of cremated, which upsets me because it's not something either of our families have ever done.)

Today, I should do something productive - even tidy out some drawyers. Stuff like that always makes me feel better. I just fed the two of us. Feel like going back to bed. He's watching pre-super bowl shows. That's fine. I'm glad he's entertained. I have no interest in Sports.

I probably could bring up my Sunday shows that I like on my tablet, via my satellite app from the service at my house. Guess I'll try.

Should take a shower.