So tired.

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A nap, soon.  Nothing but breakfast and medicine else today, so far.  Well, other than cats and ducks.

I heard it was supposed to get to 101° today.  The highest I have seen it was 94°, at 14:30... 96° at 15:38.  It could go up.  Inside, this front room is 79°, the main room is 74°.  Not bad.  I suspect they will blather about it being 110° before long.  They are still trying to get people to believe it is grobal warbling.  Can you believe the gall of these people?  Lying about a pandemic that doesn't kill people (unless they are old or ill and shoved together in nursing homes), while still lying about global warming?

The worst are those who believe any of it.  Wearing a mask cannot help you.  It merely shows you are compliant.

I did order the new phone.  I will have to go in and get it hooked up and running.  When it arrives.

A nap is in order.  Brunch was good, but heavy.  Four duck eggs, half an onion, a brot sliced into quarters (sized), and a quarter cup of cheese... with a quart of milk.  I have a brot remaining for supper.  Those really are tasty.  As I become fat burning, fats actually taste sweet, much like sugar.  Brots are one of the sweetest meats, as are well fatted roasts and good steaks.  Literally, my tastebuds tell me I am eating sugar more than if I actually eat sugar.  Sugar just doesn't taste nearly as sweat... there is an almost bitterness to sugar now, if there is an affect my body still likes.

I'll set the second alarm for later.  I haven't needed the nooner, so.  Perhaps set it for 19:00?  That would give me a good sure rest, be more a backup, and yet give me time to wrestle my way out of the sack in case sleep gets into my bones.  I like getting the ducks in before dark.  And, with them going in rather early easily, I even prefer that.  For their sake.  I worry about the dark... for them.  I know the dark.

Such strange notions... visitations... lately.  I will miss my friends, even if they never knew me.  I tried to make contact.  Perhaps just dreams.  Or, maybe, not all can hear, see.  And the women.  Hmm...  At least I sense they are still alive?  I... think so.  Save the one, but she wasn't in the lot last not, specifically.  Almost afraid to nap.  And, yet... not.  *smiles*  Later.