Only an hour down.

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I thought I might sleep all night, as rough as I felt going down.  An hour, give or take.  I just can't remember the minute, but the hour was 16:00 and it is the middle of 17:00 as I wake.  I struggled to stay abed to no avail.  I feel pretty rough at waking.  Upset stomach, a bit dizzy, everything is a bit off.  A lot off?  No, just a bit off.

I am still hoping to get a few batches of dishes started.  A shower and probably shave sometime tonight.  The last of chores, if not for a few hours.  No used chasing ducks in when they aren't ready to go in.  Perhaps a few other things.  I have found one of the boxes of kitchen trash bags.  I have been getting by with a few found here or there in small groups, but this means I can get to washing those trash cans out, then using the bags to fill.  Just a few, per can.  I tried doing three per can, but the cats, I presume, end up pushing the extra bags down in.  Because, even when being extra careful,  they end up down in the muck.

Sam is horrible about it, a dumpster diver she is.  I suspect she had taught Sassy bad habits.  It's not like they don't have food, but Sam (especially) absolutely loves human food.  Even things I wouldn't think she would enjoy.  If I had more room, I'd create an enclosure for the trash cans.  She has learned how to get into them, without knocking them over.  Only when I was able to pay exacting attention did I realize what she was doing.  Hmm, I may have some of those domed swinging lids.  That might... discourage?  I also try to sack really strong smelling things in grocery bags... which sometimes works.  Double bagging, one tied inside the other.  But, sometimes, that just doesn't matter.

Ah, and the last two sets of ribs tonight.  That was amazingly good.  And, maybe, a start on the chicken stew.  I'm not really hungry, if eating isn't a difficulty.  Those are the last ribs I will have for a fairly long time.  I best enjoy them.  Later.