I thought I would be back up earlier.

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The last bunch of sleep cycles were between four and six hours, wake and sleep cycles.  I think this one was about twelve hours, for no good reason.  The ducks were fine, just waiting to be let in.  The girls slept with me until, from what I can tell, a few hours before actually getting out of bed.  I woke several times, tried to shake sleep off, couldn't.  The ducks are on my mind even if I can't get to them.

I had hoped to wake earlier, so as to get cleaned up and to town for food.  It isn't perfect, but it would be something.  I just can't cook.  I need food, to feed up.  Right now, bad calories beats none by a country mile.  I have the chuck, but even that is rich. I fear a return to stomach issues.

Still, it is what I have at the moment.  Something is probably better than nothing.  Potatoes, or rice, would help.  I just don't have those on hand.  The veggies left just... hmm, canned peas...  I'll be getting rid of the green beans of various sorts.  They taste wrong.  Fishy.  But beef and peas might work.  Yeah, that is something.

The fever returns, lightly, sometimes when I sleep.  Very minor aches and pains to, if randomly awake or asleep.  I suspect food would help.  Crazy thing is, I haven't lost much, weighing in at 261 (with pj's).

The goal is to shower, then get in sometime.  Get in at least for a meal, perhaps for shopping.  Ugh.  Later.