Nothing today.

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The want was there.  I looked over tasks, both those mentioned and others, as I would traipse here for this, go there for that.  Just going to and fro was as much as was available.  No spare life-jackets, no spare boats, not even room in any case.  And so it went.  The girls were fed, their litter tended, a light lunch was prepared and eaten, meat and fish thawed.  Not one more thing.  Even gaming has been more than I can do.  Medicines are continuing, mostly, as I can remember.  Mostly...  A very good description of life right now.

I did have a few visitors.  Missionaries.  Womenfolk.  They cannot enter without a chaperone.  Fair enough.  We just talk at the front door.  A possible upcoming event, discussions of faith, and other topics.  One of them is a little... high strung.  She is thinking a family, a couple of ph.d's, and big city living is for her.  I didn't want to tell her, but if she goes for even a single ph.d., she needs to remain single.  A career?  Pretty much just give up on a family, or maybe have a pet husband or three.  City slicker types.  Can't tell them anything.  She will learn.  For now, she hears what she wishes to hear.  I hope, if she actually is more family oriented, and has a first child before she is too grossly involved and indebted to choose otherwise, she will realize what priorities are important.  No telling or her.  Secular nun working hens, or married women, that is what education opportunities provide women as to choices, save in precious few situations.

Something else might come of it.  They visit folk who raise sheep.  I asked, then rethought.  I wondered if that family sold their sheep publicly, small scale.  Then, as I suggested, I recanted.  I didn't wish them to cross business with duty.  Ah, but they will ask, or so it seems.  A sheep, a hog, and half a beef a year would see me comfortable.  Fish and fowl, as well, as it may be purchased, for variety.  I'm a meat eater, a beef eater as the Brits called their Scottish men at arms, and for good reason on a number of fronts.  Oh, did you hear?  A survey of centenarians found that most who lived to 100 and older were heavy beef eaters and often had a shot of something a day.  Not a single vegetarian in the lot, if I think vegetarians mean to die younger.  I can't do the shot a day, but the beef part is well tended.  Perhaps I will hit 80?  Don't laugh, you might choke.  I've already survived the doctor who misdiagnosed me, perhaps knowingly, thinking it would be my end.  Oh, yes, I do... chuckle.  But I don't laugh.

I will keep focusing on doing something, almost anything.  It's been rough.  Getting out, or doing things, busts me up.  I'll keep at it, in mind and spirit, if not body.  Later.  Hmm... perhaps good night.