With a little help.

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Most of it.  Outdoors.  Branches were policed, stowed, and the lawn mowed.  I did some, but help did most.  Then I scooped half of the coop, and dumped it.  He did the other half.  I put fresh hay back in.  I left the communal nest alone.  I don't know if I will get anything, but... it's warm enough even if they don't strictly attend for the possibility.  Finally, partial hardware for three of the four clotheslines strands are up, and two lines are fully functional.  I have smaller pulleys than the ones I used on the mains, somewhere, two sets of two.  One will be for the last line out there, one will be for upstairs.  So... actually I have another line going in... two more lines going in... actually three lines, if one is partially set up already.  Yea, I'll be spoiled when it comes to drying clothes on the cheap.

Ugh, but I am tired.  It was only 84°... maybe 86°... out there.  But it sure seems hot.  I need to set the sprinkler up for the back yard, then the side yard, tonight.  The side yard is mostly okay, but the back yard... I really let that go.  It'll get a couple of nights of watering, then in another few days another hit.  I'll get the yard back in trim, with the mowing done.  Yes, then keep it up until fall.  I really want to rake and get leaves bagged, for the ducks in the winter.

I am about dead though.  No dinner for boss, he has his other other work.  Three jobs, plus helping clotzes... if I help him at times too.  I am going to have dinner though.  Not hungry, but with blood sugar going wonky, and working in the heat, food is wise.  A touch of insulin, just a twelver.  Later, if it's still high, an eight... with a fatted tea or coffee.  Plus the slow acting stuff.

The work may have helped get me out of the funk.  Or I will crash so hard I don't see it coming.  Perhaps both.  I'll know in a few hours.  Later.