Such a strange thing.

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First, though, I did make it to town.  Wood and some hardware.  I thought about handles, but I might be able to make those with remnants.  I figured I would need five or six lengths for the small cages, two... plus two pieces... if all was measured and cut correctly... for the parts to be cut and replaced.  So... seven or eight.  I went with a dozen.  Yeah, it... works that way.

I also bought nine hinges, in three packs.  I have three more already, at least.  Should be enough.  As well, I bought a few simple small steel corner L's... for brackets or stays or whatever else might come in handy.  Nothing fancy, just... possibilities.  The hope is to get to work tomorrow.  Right away.  though, it will depend upon when I can sleep and then when I can wake.  I had been trying to get out of bed all morning and afternoon.

I set the alarm for eight and ten.  Blew through those like a roadblock in a shoot em' up driving game.  I then set them for 13:00, then 15:00, then gave up until I could just wake naturally.  It's a rough day.  I hurt every time I woke, or neared waking.  Which didn't help.  I used the fan.  Oddly, it keeps it warmer up there... with the windows shut.  It pulls heat up.  Even if it is 66 downstairs, it'll keep it about 68 upstairs... in part due to the heat I throw off.  Without the fan, it would be 58 to 63... on warmer nights.  On colder nights, without the fan, it can drop to 51 to 53 upstairs.  Not sure what the fan does on colder nights... yet.

The weather is still quite odd.  It was colder, often, the last few months than the last few weeks, mostly.  Something is really changing.  And, while I don't believe it has a thing to do with global temperatures, it does have something to do with where and when it will be cold, and that is different, and changing still.  They are trying to reshuffle the weather.  It isn't a beast which can be controlled.  They will... learn, the hard way.

Oh, insulin.  Tonight.  I've been off it a few weeks.  Not on purpose, as with heard medicine.  I can't work, eat, keep up on medicine, and keep up on the house, all at once.  Working, for me, might be just recovering from wounds.  Or, working, solidly, for ten hours a week.  Which... is about my limit.  And that is limited to a few weeks in a row.  Then I go down, hard.  Out.

I have pushed so hard, that just getting up, for a regular period, or even getting to town, for simple rather light shopping, is beyond me... mostly.  It took half a week to finally make it to town, and I could only make it in time for one of the two shopping targets.  Tomorrow?  Doubtful.  But I might be able to work on the cages, perhaps even finish one... or two.

At least I have mats, and... maybe... the ability.  Tomorrow, as early as possible.  When I can wake, then wake, then get to it.  I have chicken ready to reheat.  So... that part is handled, mostly.  Later.  Or, if I crash in a hurry, good night.