Had to wake.

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The ducks need safety when darkness arrives.  They know how vulnerable they are, so huddle, stay quiet, in a sort of middle area, where escape in any direction is possible.  I prefer to have them in before dark, but my crushing need for sleep doesn't always allow that.  So tired still, may return for more sleep.

Tonight they were a bit more goofy.  They knew where to go, wanted to go there, and yet seemed to not know how to get in.  I just chuckled, which ended startling them in.  I laughed as they were going in, to a near revolt.  I stifled another bark of a laugh until I pushed them in.  Then let go to a cacophony.  They were just fussy tonight, and I found great mirth in that.

The benefit of tending the ducks is that I have a reason to pass the cat hard food and water on my way out.  Keeping up on their food and water makes for a more civil environment.  Cats get rather fussy when low on something.  But, they have gained patience.  They give me four to six hours after waking before they begin asking for food.  On my part, I try to make it so they rarely have to ask.  On the very rare day they don't get canned food, they can last two days before cutting loose.  They are quickly fed, when they become aggressive, with apologies, and it suffices as long as rare.

Meds are back on normal track, as long as it lasts.  Morning meds in the morning, night meds at night.  My sleep schedule is still wonky, but more with two sleeps/naps per twenty four hour cycle.  Staying up past noon, up by 2:00, so morning meds can be taken early... if remembered.  Today is the fifth, after tonight's medicine, of full dose, every dose.  I may start bp readings... no reason to check until medicine is in, regular, and full dose.

I did get the trash out.  I'd like to bring the barrel back before crashing.  No laundry started, or dishes.  Ugh.  Needed.  When I wake?  I hope.  I'll keep at it.  Later, or good night again.