Today has not started well-my prozac got stuck. I don't know what is in that formulation-but it is the nastiest taste on the planet and when it sticks and comes open I foam and puke and wretch loudly for about an hour. If anyone has ever seen a dog or a cat bite into a droncit tablet (Lolo) it's the same concept.
Yesterday I bought some interesting vegan food to help keep my interest up. The health food store has some prepackaged, microwavable indian dishes which I enjoy. They are a little pricey-but cheaper than a restaurant and if I like them I might make bigger batches. I hate making big batches of things that I don't care for-I then feel obligated to eat it. I readily admit I treat myself like dirt sometimes-often without even thinking. I would never ask anyone else to eat several meals of something they didn't care for.
I also got some gluten free stuff-I'm sure my aches are in part due to slipping up a bit on that. I'm not terribly allergic-just sensitive-but I need to watch it anyway.
We are down to one rescued parakeet now-the second to the last passed a day or so ago. Parakeets are odd-they look fine and then are just dead-no real warning. Mice are the same way. I decided to leave this guy in his flight cage even though he's alone-it's the safest place he's known. He calls a little to Oliver the parrot now-who still hates him but will call to him just to be nice. Oliver never liked the parakeets-he only likes other African Greys, dogs and cats. You'd have to ask him why that is-I have no idea.