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Sleep schedule, that is. I can't be exactly sure when I actually finally went on to bed, if I am sure sleep was nearly immediate. There are three times stuck in my memory for the event, 22:45, 23:15, and 23:45 (give or take about three minutes on any, if memory is just as blurry in terms of this so sticking with the middling number). Which was the real time though? If I had to bet, I'd put seven chips on the first, three on the middle, and only one on the last. I woke at 7:30, so right at eight hours. Good. Only a bit extra tired for staying up so late.
Work? Not as much as hoped. There was simply more work than thought, and the work was more intense. What ended being the showstopper was sourdough jars. I moved two sourdoughs to quart jars, for refrigerator duty. I kept one in the larger jars, but changed it to a new one. Those jars had near barnacles, where beastly to clean. I washed them three times last night, finally leaving them to soak. I hit them again, right when I woke. I think they are pristine again, if I set them to a fresh soapy soak. While at it, I set the regular dishes to a fresh soak, then stirred the sourdoughs. I think I'll need to feed them a bit more often, to see if they survived the abuse. If so, into the fridge, if not... I think two of them will make it. Maybe all three, if extra feed for the next few days is required.
Back to work after I wake. Dishes, might put wool socks in while I wake, then a good long epsom soak bath, taking my tool in, to scrape under hooves. Then more work of whatever type or form manageable. It is another dark day, so far. Chops and burger are thawed. Chili burger cheese mac later, and a few chops. Might cook all the chops while at it, just for heating as needed. I also have eggs, if questionable. I'll boil a dozen, see if they work out.
Back to waking up. Yeah, through the magic of blogging, the drying rack has been set up and the wools are washing. And tea is on. It's the little things. Later.
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