Stew is in the making.

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Everything passed the test.  Onion has been diced, carrots and celery diced.  A big pot, going by the ingredients.  It will be a strong base, from which I will make the rest.  It should be thick and gelatinous, natively, if I will add thickener.  As the base will be cut, in time.  I am quite hungry.  Not of flesh, can tell I am going into ketosis.  The hunger is of the mind.  Real none the less.

The ducks have been put up.  An Indian runner is missing.  This is not a good thing.  These three have been inseparable since they first arrived.  It means one is dead.  If a female, either predation or on the road somewhere, if the Henry the drake, Herc probably killed him.  Though those are only likelihoods.  He might have been predated, if it was the drake.  With the hen, it would only be predation or traffic.  I may just let that breed go.

I've pulled all waterers.  Those with any volume, save two outliers, were frozen.  Hazel seems to keep just enough flow, and oddly some of the small males did the same.  The small ladies, as usual, drank it all gone, and probably and hour or two ago.  I am caught back up on watering early.  And will do my best.  If I can get to sleep earlier tonight, I may be able to rise around 08:00?  One can hope.

The onions were cooking down.  I just added the carrots and celery.  At low, five, maybe ten minutes, and I'll add stock, water, and thickener.  When I have what I want with that, as I am turning off the heat, I will add the chicken.  It doesn't need to cook.  After an half hour of cooling from there, I'll have a bowl to start off the evening.  After that, when I can, a shower, then setting up dishes.  Other work as able, between breaks.

I'll hit the girls' litter after the next mussing with soup.  I've been keeping up on them, that, the critters, and even myself, a bit better lately.  I only stumbled, didn't fall... this time.  And, just for a bit, if I am still moving slowly and with great effort.  All good.  No pain no gain?  Not... really, I'm not looking for gain.  If I thought enough pain would work though, I'd try it... manufactured pain.  It seems my body collapses long before I can get to that sort of thing, no matter what the outcome might be.  I keep trying, even so.

Later.