Up and at it.

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I don't remember when I went to bed or if sleep came fast.  It was midafternoon, but from 13:30 to as late as 16:30.  It was around midnight at waking, give or take a quarter hour.  I slept well, dreaming pleasant memories of the better parts of my youth... homemade beef and chicken noodles, all of it homemade.  Discussions with children and adults, figuring things out.  While never quite a child, I knew far too much, neither did I consider myself an adult.  Then as now, I was and am just... different.

Up, quickly.  Laundry is going.  I did put another load in, but it is only two blankets, the last two.  No more after until all before is folded.  I am giving what is drying a finishing spin.

While doing laundry, I realized the girls' water fountain was off, and way down. Crazy, I filled it just yesterday.  I wasn't sure if the fountain pump was out, I have extras... somewhere.  Still, a good time to clean it out.  It was on my short list already.  As it turns out, the pump is still good, as is the charcoal filter.  I run a lot of fresh water through it, pound it, do that three times.  If it seems good it is merely reinstalled.  The girls are extra nice for a week.  Doubly so since I added fresh litter.  They don't forget a thing, good or bad.  If for good it is "what have you done for me lately".  Cats = women.

In a bit, I will reset dishes.  I pulled fresh bacon from the freezer.  It seems the stomach flu is sorted.  Bacon and eggs were delicious, even if problematic.  Hopefully not this time.  Fresh tea was set to brew, and jugs have been rotated.  They get dirty, just as containers.  The real focus is getting trash and recycling out very shortly.  Then drying the dishes.  After that another shower.  After illness it is good to clean up.  It might not have been food, but either way...

I need a short break before getting to refuse.  Then I'll hit it.  Later.