Roast beef, milk, and tea.

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Not much of any of it.  Enough to be satisfied.  A relative slice, sip, and sup.  No shower.  Too tired.  It'll be all I can do to let the ducks out, break open the water, and open things up to air out their hutch.   I may do that a bit early so as to get shuteye.  Couldn't get a shower, was holding out on that for a nap, here I am.  Late, still awake.

All being well I can let the mousers sleep with me.  They prefer it, as do I.  I'm almost surprised a new symptom, old, or group of them, haven't manifest.  I'd better hurry to get done and go to sleep.

Good night, and day.