I simply haven't decided.

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Going slow, but going.  I just, finally, fed and watered the rabbits, put the ducks in, fed the girls, and am making a second meal for myself.  It's cold out, but not terribly cold.  It seems to be skifting, just a sprinkling of snow... or ice crystals.  So far, nothing even sticking, or enough to stick?  I still had the furnace down.  I upped that a bit.  It might help.

After a meal, and some time to digest that, I will reconsider the options.  Back to bed, or on to work.  So tired, of the sleepy sort.  The body is a bit achy, but not terribly.  I have a number of small chores and tasks I could manage.  But... I am not sure it is possible.  I'm not sure if it is the cold, the dark, health, or... what.  I can never be sure.

If I can't work, it is better to sleep until I can... if possible... than to stay awake beyond my psychic ability to navigate the world.  That just doesn't end well.  I begin sleeping in near coma style if I push to some point, losing all capacity to function.  So, if I am unable to work... within an hour after eating... it is on back to bed.  If I can do a few things, I will.  If, though too, I begin to start lagging, it's on to bed as well.

I'd love to hit it, and do the kitchen counters and bathroom, get a shower, do a load of laundry, and... perhaps bake the chicken to be stripped for stew meat plus cook a panful of burger for crumble for the week.  And?  Maybe.  If I have my doubts.  It sounds easy, in a way, writing it out.  But it never is.  Still, it's... the goal.  Later.