Turned it up.

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The furnace.  Seventy is fine.  Sometimes more than enough.  As ill as I have been a little extra heat just seemed better.  Seventy four, at least for a bit.  Until I get a shower or give up on having one.  I put the ducks out.  Their water had only a thin layer of ice.  Someone put them in last night, save one.  I found her when I went out.  No complaints, grateful that most had been put up.

I may take a nap, with the ducks out, and having been up since around midnight.  If I can.

I called my mom yesterday.  She is still pretty rough.  As with me, mostly over symptoms, just worn.  Her friend has it now.  As suspected, they both got the flu shot.  It simply doesn't matter.  As mentioned, I personally get the flu more frequently when I would get the shot.  If I suspect some shots are different.  Do the doctors, or medical/government bureaucrats choose who gets what has a more lethal probable outcome?  Yeah, I think they want some of us dead.  It's in some of what is offered.

I made cheese and mac. Not so good.  There is food that is something, and there is less.  This was less.  The last of boxes I ended up with.  Done.  I just didn't have anything else.  I am hoping to get out today.  Something something else would be good.  I really am hungry.

Later, one way or another.