Monday... Okay.

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I received a visitor.  On their way to do some things, wanting to know if I could go along.  Of course!  A bit rough, but mostly ready.  So, on to town.  Business.  As well, while in town, I was able to get hay and wood chips.  Plus, help with a few things.  I am a bit on the jealous side... he got a welder.  Ah, well, it is the better form of jealousy... the non-begrudging sort.

Then, back to do some works.  I did some minor work on the hutch, then helped him... lightly.  I was running out of steam.  So, I did what I could to help with his projects.  A slower pace.  It is what I could do.

A call, from the rabbit lady.  First to my friend.  He gave her my contact information and then she called me.  Last I thought, it was Sunday today... so...  But, I made her a deal she... probably... could have discounted.  But she was kind, and has allowed me two more weeks.  It WILL be done.  If I have to beg help, offer a soldering stations, promise the first batches of rabbits... whatever it takes.  Or I lose everything.  I want them, for many reasons.  A secondary, stable, food source is part of it.  There is potential for furs.  And... just... a bit of an added livestock hobby.

I ended up doing a bit of work on the hutches today, and helping out a bit.  I am... satisfied, if also quite tired.  I think things started at about 9:00?  Things just finished up, for me, around 18:30?  I... took breaks, wasn't working, even standing, most of the time.  Mostly just... in attendance, though quick with a wrench or socket, putting a light on this or that, and helping as possible.  Well, and talking his ear off, when I'd forget.  Most... humans... men anyway... tend to get earaches when they hear too many words per hour!  I can overspeak in about... 13.23343243208094 seconds... for the whole hour.

Actually, I can outchat most dames.  Which... is a bit embarrassing... until it's not.  I don't see people very often.  I have... a lot I have considered.  I am curious what people think and why.  And much else.  It's like a cloistered monk, who has taken a vow of silence... voluntarily or through isolation... and gets to speak for days... to anyone who will listen... at random periods of time for random periods of time.  I've only spoken to... four people... including cashiers... maybe five to ten people in the last few months... and for minutes rather than even hours.  I can do it, it just explains... some things.  Not an excuse, a reason.

Anyway.  When I realize they are going into shellshock, I button it for as long as I can remember... before the shelling begins anew.  Oh... I can talk through the universe, and back again.

It's about time for bed.  I am truly enjoying the new sheets.  I think, at least for a time, I will keep a top sheet as well as bottom.  Some nights I might tear the bed up, some nights not.  Worth the risk, I think.  Good night.