Hours.

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It took hours, after feeding the girls, to feed and tend the ducks.  Both have very good nests going.  Not sure it will end in ducklings, but I am pulling for them.  We will see.  I also ate myself and treated the girls.  Running out of treats, so rationing.  Still, it beats nothing.  And they nibble anything I don't finish.

Still dark out.  Not cold but cool.  I am about to go down again.  Not as grumpy of body and mind.  If heading toward insomnia if care isn't taken... given.  Some of it is age.  Some of it health.  If the majority is recent efforts.  I keep pushing to see if there might be a way through, over, under, or around.  The risk is insomnia.

Still, being this exhausted from work is a good thing.  Much as having shame, while difficult, is better by far than not having it.  So very, nearly deathly tired.  So tired I sweat?  Or is that from the pain?  Can't wake enough to discern fully.  Not sure if that is the only difficulty understanding.  Proximity to death confuses too.

Good night, or more.