A week lost.

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No telling if the fall is over.  I made plans last night, for the weekend... today.  That box transfer, a load of laundry, a shower, a load of dishes, opening counter space, and putting sacks in trash cans while collecting trash.  Finish it all?  Dishes can be left to soak, but if so, two smaller loads.  If laundry is put in late, then it can go until tomorrow.

Sleep was good.  Most pains have subdued to the point they aren't, mostly, felt.  I have to think about them to feel them.  Which is avoided.  Still, aspirin as I wake, so they won't come flooding back.  I expect it to return.  I am hoping to ease the return of pain.  The fan makes life, sleep, reasonable.  Hopefully the ac won't be needed for another month, regularly.  But who knows.  The girls were fed right away, as I slept long.  And litter was refreshed right after.  Fresh water after I shower.  Ducks shortly.  The ladies are doing super with their egg sitting.  I don't know if that will work out, but I am hoping.

Yes.  Plans.  Up late, but that has no influence on work, save that I am well rested.  I have so much to do and time is ticking.  Is an important visitor truly on the way?  Is it who I perceive?  Why the visit I can't say, if so.  Death, life, or... just... because.  Excited.  Insane?  You probably should hope.  Nothing is just about me.  Nothing.  A servant isn't... visited, for their own sake, even if for the servant's seeming sake.  One as such is never simply passing through.  I... will be ready, if it kills me.

Later.