Almost certain.

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Actually, watering took longer than anticipated.  It just did, for good and wrong reasons.  The ducks enjoyed the heck out of it.  Next month I am hoping to purchase more of the sprinkler that works so well.  One just as a backup, can only really use two on full blast.  Then again, often the areas being watered don't need, actually prohibit, full water pressure.  It would sure help get everything watered quickly, if I remember to set the timer.  Bleh.

One product obtained this month was a very good, keto friendly, sardine in marinara.  I don't, generally, prefer that.  If most is little more than overcooked fish mush in catchup.  I enjoyed this brand in evo oil, a great deal.  And variety helps me eat.  It is excellent.  Next month, or the month after, lemon.  Oh, and while Sam and Sassy refuse the regular sardines, Sam cleaned the container with the marinara absolutely spotless.  Very strange, but so be it.  I will be sure to leave her a bit.

Which reminds me...  A dream, the other day, of every time a woman kin, lover, or even friend as such a notion goes, wanted a bite of something I was eating.  Often I refused to the point of bitterness.  Something about girl cooties?  I shared with (some, certain) pals.  If that was clearly quid pro quo, unless they were running on empty.  And I trusted them to be clean, not queer, and stuff.

Every event?  A lot of them.  Oh, I know.  A woman begging food is, for them, a solid.  It means they think of you as I thought of my chums.  I... regret my reactions.  I would share, if on a quid pro quo basis as well.  Only I would choose when to beg.  Chocolate!  I don't know why I dreamed that, I just know I want that to be different now.

Oh, and old music surfaced.  I am almost certain why.  As with the want to share where I didn't before, I will share these.

The start, memories.

If she doesn't... fully... believe, she knows of a very peculiar nature and resilience.

Hard.  I do expect much.  Difficult for her.

Fears.  Her's.  Mine.

A belief of her's?  Hope?  Fantasy?  She is a woman of many minds.

Something about this set.  Many others are resurfacing, but these were hers, I think.

On to bed.  It's not even ten!  I still have to turn the ac on upstairs, open the cave up, feed the cats and deal with their litter.  Ugh, I best hurry.  Good night.