Extremely late start.

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A shower first, an hour before.  Then a start around five?  Pretty close.  And slow.  Dishes have been set, washed, and reset.  Not many, but two various loads.  A load of laundry went through.  It's about time to switch that through.  Just dusting linens, two loads worth.  The last of dishes and laundry.  Everything from before is caught up.

I am hoping to bag trash cans shortly.  Perhaps after cycling laundry.  Oh, a shopping list... lists... created.  Some of it is simply price checking.  Though, if the prices are much better, I may well bite.  Checking prices for a few specific tools and parts and pieces for rabbit hutches and raising ducklings, plus investigating obtaining those critters.

I could do one, or the other, immediately, but probably not both without using debt.  However, to be honest, I'd rather a bit of debt and the animals and setup than not, especially with the costs of food.  I sort of doubt anything will be available.  I'm not even sure if the components and hardware will be available.

It was 48° this morning, several hours after sunup.  But the world seems to be getting back to the business of summer.  A few days of eighty or higher and cool nights will be fond memories.  It got to seventy later or early, around midnight give or take two, and has stayed that all night.  Cool enough with a few fans going.

Finally, a bit of work.  I'd like to get to more.  We'll see.  Drats.  No roast until later.  Then again, that gives me a chance to clean the oven.  Hmm, but not until evening.  I don't want to heat the house, in any way, until...  Ah!  Charcoal and lighter fluid!  For the list!  I may be too tired to cook, but that opens up hot meals during days in the future.

Well, a start.  More yet, probably.  And... Friday?  Super!  Then I didn't kill the whole week.  I thought it was Saturday, which is the weekend, so doesn't count as part of the week.  And, yes, it does make a difference.  You have no idea how important these little seemingly insignificant distinctions mean to me.  It's the little bits of humanity left to me.  I... can go without.  Have.  Usually do.  But, sometimes...  Later.