A difficult day.

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Too hot this time.  Impossibly.  If I took something off I would freeze.  Sometimes it just doesn't make sense.  I did some, just not all hoped, by far.  Still as rough as being in my skin was I am surprised anything was done.

In the morning I fed the sourdoughs.  A load or two of dishes were done, included the final glass jars from sourdoughs.  Wools were washed, and have been put up.  Air dry is the best way.  Then chili mac, using older burger mash.  I'd best remember to put that up.  Then I reset kefir water.  Bottling the product, setting the grains to fresh sugar.  Then I checked the sourdoughs.  All were looking alive, bubbling, and well.  So the two in quarts went to the fridge after all were given a right stir.  Finally, a last load of dishes was set to soak and a pot of tea was set to go.  Loverly.  If rather weak.  I simply couldn't keep up and at it.  So hot, and cold.

Still, I did keep at it as able.  Reality is what it is.  I will sleep well.  What energy, focus, and will I had I used.  Good night.