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So very tired.  Still, things to do.  Fed the girls, cleared their litter, then let Sam out.  She was begging and it felt moderate enough.  Sprinkling, very lightly, but she has a nice, covered, high area, from which to surveil her lands.  Then a shower, a nice long one.  Wasn't up to a shave... yet.  Now I will work my feet, mostly heels.  The don't need much.  I woul like to use bag balm more often, that is what is really needed.  And it doesn't leave the socks greasy.  It all eventually soaks into my feet.  Smells funny, but then who doesn't?

A bit of a rest, while doing the feet, then upstairs.  It will actually be more like two bedrooms up there.  I believe it used to be three bedrooms.  Everything downstairs was for cooking and daily living.  If the cot fits, it will be rather pleasant up there.  I am thinking of bringing the toss boxes down, as part of the larger weekly projects for this coming week.  It won't take long, but it is heavy... only one to a few boxes at a time, each time I wake or come downstairs from some other chore up there.

I wondered if I had been cold brewing coffee too strongly, or for too long.  So I went seeking.  No, I was doing well, by all accounts I saw.  So, I ground the old but favored coffee to the majority recommended amount per volume, which smelled delicious, then got it all together and set it to steep in the fridge.  Twelve to twenty four hours, I can do that.  Would prefer shorter, to test.

Bit by bit, life is being pieced back together.  I'll check the ducks, then get to the upstairs.  Later.