Screw that.

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Still exhausted but refusing to surrender, again.  I think it's the dark.  Well, and a special sort of cold.  It is warmer, drifting from rain to slush now to snow.  Even so, it has been above freezing.  But that thaw and precipitation means a moist cold which, to me, is much colder.  Would I get frostbite or hypothermia faster?  I actually do believe so.

Anyway, I am refusing to fall to it.  I may not be moving fast, but I am moving.  I dealt with quackles and pusses... I suppose I could get their litter again.  Trash and recycling were taken out before six.  While salting the drive and walk, I checked the barrels.  The trash was empty, so I walked it back, but the recycling was untouched.  I hope... it's full.

The last load of laundry is drying.  I am hoping to get the rest of the dishes gathered and soaking, then hit the counters and stove.  Then I can start sorting in the living room and the kitchen table.  Tomorrow or the next day, if this dark weird weather continues.  I may have to take longer to finish things.  Not quitting doesn't mean it won't be difficult.

Worried about blood sugar, I tested anyway.  Several fatted teas, chia nut breakfast, pickles and olives, oh, and cheese sticks.  I'm really hungry for meat.  Most of what was put out is thawed.  What I keep eyeing with relish is that turkey drumstick.  It's as long as my forearm, and mind you I am nigh on a giant... with a girth greater than my calf, nearing my mid-thigh!  It came from a 70 pound turkey which barely waddled it's way to the winner circle.  Oh, blood sugar is 108!

I'll keep at things, as well as able.  I am not going to give in, not that easily.  Later.