Not so well, if that isn't always the point.

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I am not feeling well, if I might be able to do more.  I am about to move laundry through, after a shower and shave, then get food.  I watched the ducks, bathing and having to fight for their time.  I can't wait to get a larger kiddie pool for them this spring.  Perhaps they can all swim at once, at least a few days a week.  Still, they all get their turns.

What is wrong?  I just... hit a wall.  It's not pain, or much.  Perhaps It's hunger... more a lack of nutrition than the sense of hunger.  Food, gotta have it.  I have enough cash for a few runs the next few days.  The problem is being able to make the runs.  Cleanliness first, but the underlying lack of energy causing all obstacles.

I keep missing medicine, or did.  I am back on medicine for a day.  I do my best, which doesn't seem to matter.  I focus, put the meds where they can't be missed, and, yet...  It's as honestly good as I can do.  Perhaps I will turn the furnace up a bit more, at least occasionally.

The ducks were let out on time.  The cats have been fed.  A load of laundry is washed, with one dried in the drier, several loads back ready to start, and perhaps a large group to go to the washroom on my way to the shower.  Hmm, yeah.  I just have to clear baskets first.  I'll get to it.  Later.