Helpers.

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Local lads, with some of the men, visited and got to work.  I... had to rush a shower.  Then I helped as I could.  At least I wasn't in the way.  Didn't do much, did what I could.  That was a lot of wood folks.  Some of it stacked, some of it cut to chopping piece sizes, much of the branches gone.  A lot of work.  I didn't have much.  I did have candy bars for Halloween.  I offered a box out, with several per and enough for the adults if they wished.  It's... all I had.

Now to get an splitting axe.  Perhaps a sledge and wedges, for those tough ones.  A few a day, at most... when I can get to that, even.  There are bits left, but... 70%, plus, of what needed to go... 80%? has been taken.  Quite the task.  But, it's... it got done.  The last bits should be easy enough.  I'll... assess fully in the morning.  I wasn't ready, but the... adrenaline does it.  Fear?  Not... just fear.  Shame.  That I couldn't do it myself.  Shame, yes.  It... drove me.  Not far, but to a bit.

Bunnies, this Friday or Saturday, like it or not.  I have to get cages set up.  Ugh.  The world is collapsing and I can barely stand!  I'll... figure things out.  Parts, and pieces.  While looking over the yard tomorrow, I will assess wood and other assets.  Six cages, roughly three by three by three or four, somehow elevated to about my waist height if possible... with doors, feed and water systems, and open enough to poop through... without hurting their paws.  Ugh.  Yeah.

I am, now that things have been broken through a bit, going to try to do some of the dishes tonight.  I'll put some of them in right after posting this, but not all.  Just enough that I am sure I can wash, rinse, dry, and set to air dry through the night.  About a third of them.  Maybe half.  I want the shower open tomorrow, for another run.  I... so needed the shower.  I'll... get this part done.

Tomorrow?  I... don't know.  We will see.  The rest of the dishes almost certainly.  Then some business?  It looks like FedEx is dumping some or all of the orders to the post office.  Lazy lying bastards never stopped at my home.  The post office should charge them, enough to offer us a bonus since they aren't delivering in small towns, and aren't open all day.  Charge em' fifty, give us twenty.  Cool.  Liars.

Hmm?  Well... yes, grumpy.  Still, doing better.  Even the left hand didn't get too abused, at a good pace and heavy work for an half hour?  Or so.  Yea.  Oh... blood sugar was down to 80, last I checked.  Very odd.  Two meals and a fatted coffee, with only a single dose... if a medium... my new large actually, of 25 ccs... what with a  225 fasting to contend with, and meals on the way.  I should check it again...  114 after three hours and a little work.  Later.