Awake, earlier than thought.

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Noon, is when I woke anyway.  Had thought I'd not be up for at least another hour.  So tired.  No work yesterday.  Today?  Hoped.  Dishes were washed, right after letting the ducks out.  I am leaving food and water in with them, as I am waking later and later.  The muscovys can get out on their own, but my poor indian runners not so much.  Cats have been fed too, and will get their litter tended shortly.  I forgot that, initially.

With the tub temporarily open, a shower is next, after a bit of waking.  Then to construction and etc.  It shouldn't be too much, but might be.  I'll work on it off and on, as able.  Hands will swell, not much I can do about it.  Hmm... I need to figure out a third point.  The two sawhorses work okay, but the lengths involved are more than they can quite handle.  I wonder if one of the folding chairs would do?

Beside construction, I need to clear out wood to see if the cages will fit on the shelving.  I can measure first, but I am pretty sure at least one will work.  I may have to... do some alterations as well, with support beams.  Yea, I know... forethought, not afterthought.  If I pull a beam, I need to install one, or possibly two, in other places.  Yea, yea, maybe not every single last syllable, but... yea.

I won't be picking up the rabbits until later in the afternoon tomorrow, so... I have a bit more time.  If I can get to work even today.  I am telling you, I not only don't feel well, I haven't been able to work.  I wondered if it was just stress.  But after managing the vehicle emission test and getting registration taken care of, the part that was the most stressful, that I would be able to hop to it.  Nope.  It... just isn't a stress thing.

I really hurt myself.  I am probably even now still not fully repaired.  Should have broken ribs, so... yea.  Definitely bruised them.  Not a few, not on just one side, along the whole front of me.  And the hand.  If I type a bit too much during a day, my hand still swells.  Swells more.  It still feels slightly swollen most of the time.  I simply busted myself up.  And I don't recover like a kid anymore.  Though... do kids actually recover that fast?  Maybe at a much younger age, but... not in the twenties.  Well, and in recovery, I am falling out of what shape I might have been in, which wasn't all that good to start.

Still, today is the day.  Good morning, and afternoon.