Finally... duck feed.

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I saw it coming for a week.  I just couldn't get out.  The heat, some other things.  Troubled week.  Today should have been better, but waking to deal with a crashing blood sugar blew the potential for a good day.  Still, I ran out yesterday.  I don't mind them going hungry a few times a month, or less.  But not two days in a row.  So I had to get out, even though it meant I couldn't do other things.  Bleh.

Four bags, I think fifty pounds per.  They were out of 18%, so I went with 20% protein.  More is okay, less not so much.  I helped get them to my cargo area, then had to unpack on my own.  It's around 90° out there.  Ugh.  I set up the pool with fresh water, stored some of the food dry, still bagged, some was poured into the 'to use' bin.  Oh, some happy ducks.  I can still hear them chittering, quacking, and enjoying.

On the way back, I saw corn for sale.  I wasn't sure I read the price right, so added a dollar just to be sure.  A dozen for either later tonight, when it cools, or tomorrow night.  I haven't had fresh corn... for a long time.  Sure, carbs, shut up.

I did get a shower in.  Toe nails trimmed, feet scales mostly removed.  I powdered and sprayed my most used shoes, and feet actually.  Summer is harsh on things, socks or no, socks shoes, or no.  I'm about to crash.  Might have to take a bit of a nap.  I checked with Boss, haven't heard back.  May have to nag.  We aren't married, so... nagging is legal!  :p  Wait... is that the other way around?  I'll have to ask a woman, then... take the opposite of what they say.  Is that also a form of nagging?  Cheers!

Later.  Or much later.