Maybes are adding up.

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Financials look good.  I spoke with someone about tending the place.  The girls will miss some things.  I just can't take them with.  And vet 'storage' just... isn't right, or affordable.  A list of duties, I am told, is what is needed.  A timeline, and duty list.  I can do that.  It won't be extremely simple, but it won't be terribly difficult.

Off hand... water the outside plants, perhaps lawn, two to three times a week; when here, doing that, check the water for the cats, ensure they have dry food, clean out their litter;  Water the house plants... I will move those back where they are right near the cat stuff.  Hmm... and worms?  How to have... I might just buy produce, and process that.  Freezing small bags of it, one to be added to the worm bin along with the rest?  Yeah, I can do that.

The girls aren't going to like it.  I don't know what to do if Sam, or Sassy, escape.  I'm not sure what to do about heat, and 'trim' of windows and such.  If the back is left open, they can go to the basement if it gets too hot.  Still...  I don't know.  I'll have to think of something something, too.  I'll... think.  I have my ways, fool that I am.

Now, I still don't know if the gig is on.  There are other things to know, other things to consider, this, and that.  But a notion, in my hands, can be created, destroyed, even quickened if killed by almost any means, on short order.  Not only was I, at one time, a man with the tools and means, but a man who could.  Was that just a dream?  I think... it depend(ed)(s) upon whom you ask(ed).

It would be good to see family.  To be there for a moment.  To... travel.  Maybe for the last time, at least in a very long time.  But you know what happens over long periods of time.  So... maybe last time.  Especially if my feet have their way with me.  Woden, or one of them, should not be nailed down.  Only for... special reasons.  And she... never mind.  Not one of my problems.  Later.