Problems.

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I had lunch.  Heated, so warm.  And carb heavy.  Should have been good to go.  I started getting cold, too cold.  So I turned the furnace up, put on my jackets, on top of warm doubled layers of regular closes plus while wearing boots.  As well, I had a cup of hot fatted coffee.  Freezing.  My bones hurt from it.  Weather moving in?  Has that last hurricane pushed through already, or... that which goes before it?  Or am I just failing.

I am crashing so hard and fast.  A nap?  I can't keep my eyes open.  But I need to work.  So tired, weak.  My left shin hurts, but it isn't a bruise, it seems related to the cold... cold to the bone... literally.  I... want to do more work first.  It's a matter of doing it.  As I was getting up to go, my nose burst.  Just one bloody nostril, if the other is seeming to wish to have a sympathy bleed.  

After treating that, while beginning then finishing the fatted coffee, it seemed like the other nostril was going to bleed.  Luckily, no, or not yet.  It just became runny.  I will go out and get a couple of lids set up.  The way I plan to cut the sheets, which are 8' x 4', is so as to create two separate toppers... per cage.  So I need to cut two of the sheets, widthwise.  As well, even if I can't do too much more, I would like to get out, remove the shelving that is out there, then maybe lower it and set up another bracket, or reverse 'L', then shovel a bit more of the manure.  I'll... put one of the disposables masks in my pocket so I don't have to grab one later.  So tired.

Then I'll have to lay down for a bit.  Assuming I can even get that much done.  Later.