A bit sore, slightly fevered, but not bad.

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Oh, cough is back, lightly, from time to time.  And the chest hurts.  It is from a sore heart.  Oh well.

I kept the waterers clear.  It was 22 much of the night?  Right until the last check time.  It had dropped to about 4 F.  And, yes, the water froze.  There is a limit, at night, to what even warm water and plenty of drinking can do at that temp.  I couldn't tell it had gotten that chill until I checked the waterers.  Checking the thermometer, to see how cold it had gotten, and... yep.

The chicken soup is put away.  I wasn't sure I would get to that.  I had hoped to work.  Not possible.  I worried I would crash, and the soup would go bad.  Nope.  I wanted another bowl, but I was done.  I will portion it out, from now on, and just eat a bowl at a time.  If I really want to bowls?  So be it.  Most likely, the fuss of mussing with it, will keep me to one bowl.  It is quite good.

So tired.  I hurt.  Confused.  On to bed, at just more than a quarter before seven.  Good day and night.