Outdoor acclimatization.

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It started yesterday.  I dug about a foot on the first post.  I hit a rock, which will be figured out next time, maybe the very narrow long bladed... clam? shovel?  But beside, I realized cleaning the duck hutch was a priority.  So, on to that.  I got two or three wheelbarrows full, I mean absolutely full, out.  It was about 76° throughout.

As I returned for one more, I thought I would quit the endeavor, after this last load.  And, each time I returned, I swore that was it.  I cleaned the place out, tossing the eggs in the trash, creating small compost piles out back... perhaps for use next year.  I then sprayed the floor off, letting it sit until the ducks were let back in.

I put food and water on the higher dry spots, then hay in later.  I just woke, but aim to clear the quackles out as usual shortly, then clean in there again.  Or tomorrow?  Then work on that clothesline hole.  Maybe do mowing... the rider makes that easier.  Then get in, take another shower... the third in two days.  Then begin on the bathroom.

I did more yesterday.  I helped a neighbor put up hardware cloth.  I finally, after hearing about it for years, know definitely what hardware cloth actually is.  Anyway.  I helped cut, form fit it, and staple it in.  The work wasn't heavy work, but it was 82° and sunny.  So, yeah.  From crawling in the dirt for low stapling under a platform or at the base to stretching and fitting, stapling, and just holding. A good little spot of hot work.

As mentioned, work today.  My body is sore.  But other than trying to sort out a bit more of the post hole digging, the rest of the work will be light.  All dishes to be hit are in the kitchen sink, so not a bending chore.  I am... behind on a few contacts.  I hope to remedy that later, in the afternoon, too.  Ugh.  The only thing slightly heavy will be vacuuming, or more getting that machine up the steps.

Oh, oddly?  Not a single wasp took the bait in the wasp trap!  It was ground zero for where the wasps were staying, for years.  As well, I dodged two while setting the thing up!  Gah!  It seems I can handle a single sting, if the poison bounces around my body, afflicting me with changing pseudo bugbites at various new plaves on my body every few hours to days, for weeks ore a month and more.  Which makes me think the allergy still exists, but size mitigates.  That also leads me to believe a bunch of bites, perhaps as few as three, could be fatal.  I'll have to figure out the problem before continuing.

On to breakfast then else.  Later.