Just enough.

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Awake time.  Just enough to get the ducks in.  They didn't want to go in.  I was able to get the indian runners and the muscovy drake in.  The muscovy ladies just would not go in.  Fine.  They can get in on their own, so I don't worry about them.  Herc has a heck of a time.  Between his week flying and that by the time he decides to try to get in, he can't see... it's too dark, he and the runners are the only ones which need put away.  Still, I would rather the hens go in too.  Refuse, they do.  So be it.

Wast it 17:00 or 18:00 when I went down?  After staying up to put them in, I lost track.  Something about... pushing too far past needing to sleep can make getting to be difficult.  I woke a bit before midnight.  I'm not sure I am awake for the day, I have no real control at the moment.  Sleeping six, twelve, eighteen, even longer, hours in a row, then being awake for just four to eight hours.  No control.  Nor do I have any idea when... it is.  Days are going by at a moment, or I seem to be awake for days.

I can sleep through a day whole, but when I am awake, even for short periods, it is as if that few hours lasts a week.  Odd how perception can be.  It's as if a record is put on the wrong setting, or a tape begins to stretch.  Time... the perception of it... alters.  The thing is, asleep or awake, I am so very tired all of the time.  I don't know when it is, or... was... will be?  Lost in some sort of ether time-space anomaly.

I have fixed, for the now, being too cold.  For now.  I'll get going on other things soon.  Soon?  Soon.

Later.