No, nothing.

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I don't get it.  I'm doing everything, on my end, that I can think to do.  I simply can't get going.  It was cool out there, but the sun was up, out.  I woke early enough.  I did get the cats and ducks taken care of, and ate a meal or two.  I just couldn't do much.  Anything?  No pain.  More... drifting, of mind.  I keep planning, intending, even starting.  Then find myself back at the start.

There is tomorrow.

It is about time to put the ducks up.  Then feed the girls.  Perhaps fix some food for myself.  A shower, I hope.  Then, most likely, on to bed.  Early tonight, if I... can remember to do so.  Not really hungry, but... I'd like to eat.  It's the cooking that is in the way.  Well, and I am not sure I have much food to fix, easily?  Hmm, tuna and mac?  Maybe.  It's not the best, but it's... food.  It's about what I could make.

I would like to get the dishes put away, and fresh meat out to thaw for the week.  Chicken, ribs or some sort, and a roast or several pounds of various ground meats.  I like the mix.  Yea.  It would be... something... some things... a start for the week.  Trash out, but just one bag, and it has started freezing, so I'm not going to hump it to the curb.  Bleh.  Later... or good night.