Earlier, it had been hoped.

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Sometimes it just doesn't work as it was hoped.  To bed, by 22:00ish, had been hoped.  It is now just almost midnight.  I'll get to bed shortly, for sure.

Pork chops were superior.  It's been a while since I could pull it all together and get a meal cooked, a proper meal.  I wasn't able to do the chicken, so stumbled after that.  But... it... will work out.  As well, no dishes were done.  No real problem, I am very close.  Too tired, to sore, to confused, to get anything else going, including getting back to bed.

I will sleep as long as needed, then, hopefully, hit the dishes and take a shower.  They need to be washed, again.  Then set out while I shower.  I could have done these in the kitchen sink, but... while I was using the tub in the tub, I just kept at it.  As well, I am hoping to put the laundry out on the line tomorrow morning.  And do another load as I wake, also to be put out.

I went virtual shopping tonight.  But... no...  I think I will just run in to the store, and buy a few things, such as butter, cabbage, brats, lettuce, and maybe a few other veggies.  Fresh if I can find a few.  Maybe a few grapefruits.  I can't have them often, but... it's been a while.  Two or three, if they look and smell right.  Perhaps a few other things, if the goal is to be well under fifty.  Difficult, these days.

As well, of course, lumber for more cages, hardware for those as well.  Perhaps hay... not feed, but straw hay... for the ducks.  And, if possible, getting to work on those as soon as possible.  I still have some hope to be ready by this weekend.  Hmm, I should check to see if any messages have gone back and forth, between home and away vicarious electronic pigeons.  I asked for a send, but not sure it went out.  Fair enough, I ask a lot for so very little.  To a degree...  There is much on offer, to be honest, but that is tomorrow, not today.

Later... good night, actually... in all ways.