Attempting to break out.

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Stuck.  Just waking up, of mind, is difficult.  Physically doing anything is very difficult.  It's past time for chores, but... I...  I'll get to that.  Confused by exhaustion.  And there isn't a lot I can do about it.

I have been watching yt.  Trying to find something which will engage my mind... how to use a hand planer as a jointer... seventeen secrets about the Waltons... ten autistic characteristics of women, spooky that... spooky coincidences, also with some odd... what... parallels?  Nothing really helped me wake.  I couldn't "hear" well, make sense of all I was hearing... drifting of mind and spirit.

Still, I keep trying to sort or figure.  Perhaps chores will help.  Oh... a taco salad might be good.  Having to think to cook, getting warm food in, and a bit more kefir.  Well, and I best feed the girls and deal with their litter, and refresh their water.  Sam is sitting on my chair arm, letting me know it's about that time.  I know it is past time when she sits on my shoulder, or chair back, looking over my shoulder like a vulture.  :p  Worse, when the girls take turns bother, haunting, irritating, pushing me.  Hey, it's fair.  I get mad until I realize... we have an agreement, one I enjoy.  So I must do my part.

It is such a dark day, too.  The clouds are thick and low.  Not as dark as they can be, but plenty dark even so.  No sun.  For the last few days.  Such is winter.  It has actually been a good winter, in this regard.  A few dark days won't ruin me... even if the rest of the winter is dark.  It's just... I got so used to the sun being out for a few days there, that when it hides, it throws me.

On to tending critters, and my belly as a final thing... for a while.  Good afternoon and day.