Everything hurts.

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Dishes have been washed and are rinsing.  I shouldn't have left the cast iron in there.  Then again they had to be stripped down.  Still, all will work out.  Laundry has been fluffed and brought out to fold.  The ducks are finding their way out to the pool.  I did move their food out, but believe they were out anyway.  Not sure they are using the pool though.

I had to empty the pool.  Clean it out.  There were two dead mice in it.  Drowned.  Bloated.  Patchy, white and brown, must be a cross of domestic and wild.  I may have to... begin facilitating that.  The more in the pool the better.  Better in the pool than my basement.

Another, final, meal.  A fatted tea.  Blood sugar is 128, so no need for insulin.  If I can stay awake at least four more hours, I will take night pills.  Perhaps I will skip even a liquid lunch?

Oh, right.  My back, and various muscles everywhere, hurt.  Lots of bending, lifting, moving things.  I am fine with muscle pain.  I don't want to brutalize myself, but I will push as able.  The kidneys and heart have mildly hurt, if probably less than sitting days.  Cloudy, partly.  Cool enough.

What is left is folding clothes.  Hopefully even what is drying as well.  The main load of dishes, it is hoped, will be dried and put away.  A shower as a last thing, perhaps and taking medicine.  I just don't think I will get to the bathroom.  I am only able to do what I have because I have been able to figure out how to sit while working, mostly.

A show and folding.  Then to what else is possible.  A fatted tea while at it.  Cheers.