So very late.

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To bed.  Then to wake.  It wasn't because of heavy work, hard work... maybe too many projects?  The excitement, trepidation?  Maybe.  Like when learning to shift, keeping track of the feet, thus peddles, and stick, are clumsy as a system initially.  I'll get over it.  Need to feed the critters and open things up.

Trash, recycling at least out to the bin, and paperwork, beside feeding, is the plan for the day.  I made three copies.  I will fill out one copy, as practice and backup.  Then I will hit the original, sending that tomorrow, with a requirement that someone in their office has to sign for it.  I will also send letters to several politicians concerning the matter and continued harassment.

Other than that, maybe a shower, and possibly hitting the plants with diatomatious earth, that is all planned.  I need a little down time.  Then try to get back to things this week.  The kitchen and bathroom are good.  Still, want to finish them this week, paint a second coat on the roof accessible windows, build a front screen door for the coop... not sure about screening the windows to the coop?  Since the can be solidly closed at night, not sure it is needed?  I know nothing, if sort of like everybody else.  *smile*  Such really is life.

Later.