Little done.

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Little eaten.  No nap.  Still, a good day.  The ducks were actually itching to get in.  After setting up a trough with fresh water, and placing it, they pushed their way in.  So be it.  No need to bother them with a second trough.  Unusual, but I am easy.  They are looking healthy and well.  And enjoyed the one fresh trough as much as they do two?  It sounded like it.

A brot and potato salad was all I have had today.  Oh, and some spicy pork rinds.  I'll fix more tomorrow.  I need to hit the dishes.  Hard.  Ugh.  And another shower, though a trim this time.  Just because.

I also missed the extra extra medicine, just... couldn't track or do... much... today.  I am handling the heat exceptionally well.  It read 76° to 78° in this room most of the afternoon.  It said it was 82° earlier, while out, and I simply couldn't believe it.  My tolerance of higher temps is almost miraculous.  I may have to see how far I can push that.  Direct sunlight and all bets are off.  But, off out of the sun?  I am having to wear full length pants, with socks and shoes, to not feel cold in the evenings lately.  Even at 82°, if I'm still not sure I believe... either reading.  Two different thermometer reads...

Something very strange is happening.  Tired, but that is because I am still getting used to heart medicine.  But the heat tolerance?  Some other things?  Something dramatic is happening.  Could I be dying?  Or... reviving?  Mental capacity is still... limited, confused.  Though, if I make it through medication exhaustion, I am wondering if a whole new life is emerging?  That or death, as suggested.  I just... something momentous is attempting to... be.

On to bed.  Good night.  Prayers and blessings.