Later and later.

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It was after six when I went to sleep.  Between needing to cool and relax, plus simply enjoying the cool of the night, sleep wasn't an option.  Some cooking yesterday.  As well as most dishes and a counter.  Hopefully, tonight, the few remaining dishes, the counters including freezer top, and cleaning the bathroom.  A shower, plus a cooling soak later... in an attempt to get to bed earlier.  As well, maybe, putting in one of the clothes line posts.

IF all that gets done, and I can sleep earlier, perhaps I can work on the twigs and branches tomorrow morning.  If not finish, half or a third?  The goal is to finish, so I can mow.  The whole lawn needs it.  If sticks are picked up, it goes very quickly.  Hmm.  After, the ducks will be let out.  Their first romp on their new playground.  A bit nervous, but hopeful.

I will try to push heat tolerances a bit, while avoiding unnecessary excesses.  I best check the ducks.  The hens are laying twice a day.  It's the teens goosing the ganders extra, or some such.  More hay in with them.  We'll see what else.  I am surprised, if happily, I haven't found and dead.  But it could happen.  There are too many, so the old drake can't focus well enough on one.  And the little ones have learned dodge-fu.

I'd best get to waking.  Later.