I didn't make it ten time steps.

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I crashed almost immediately after posting that last.  Knees almost buckled.  I saw it coming, thought it was further away.  I don't remember sleeping, or much.  I finally started waking a few hours ago, every hour or two, until I was able to make a deal with myself to crawl out the next time I woke.  Which... I did.  Rested, if a little warn from efforts.  All good, a pleasant thing to know a bit of pain from work.

SAM!  Oh, right!  Sam was outside.  It had to be freezing!  She snuck out while I was taking clothes to the line?  Something.  And she refused to return.  Cool, but I thought I would be awake earlier.  I was hoping for a short nap.  I had heard her, through the night, but inside or even out it seems, she sounds pretty much the same.  She meowls no matter what, late at night.  Door open, door closed, inside, or out... a strange thing.  When I go to her, she always looks... confused.  Or afraid?  But I have never swatted her for that.  I assume she is looking for her kittens.  Kittens she hasn't had for... plus or minus two decades... probably... eliminated when still very young.

Anyway, she ended up being just fine.  She had a bit of a hollowed, distressed, look.  But came right in and made herself right to home again.  All good.  Silly girl.

I checked the bone broth.  All good.  So I strained the bones and bits out, added the chicken, and decided a bit more meat was needed.  Having a couple of sausages which needed use before they timed out, I sliced those into rounds and added them.  Before that, though, I added a few packs of gelatin.  Too much?  Too little?  I'll... find out.  I have the whole pot of meat, goo, juice, and other simmering.  Hopefully in an half hour I will have a bowl.  Hmm... kefir, though.  A big glass of raw.  Oh, I... am almost addicted to that stuff.  Not quite, as I can go a day or even three, before remember... I am ADDICTED!  Ha.  One of the better "addictions" with which I have tarried.

Dishes are basically done, and dry.  Technically, I don't think they need another rinse.  They may be a bit streaked, from not having been hand dried, but... I may just put them up as is.  Then a shower, more dishes, and a check on any last laundry that can be done.  I put the ducks up, then brought in the towels and else.  Everything seemed dry.  The towels weren't as harshly scratchy as summer heat will make them, soft, pliable.  More moisture in the air, and the breezes fluffed them a bit.  I will still like them, I do believe.  And they should smell darling.

I am hoping to get to bed early tonight.  We will see.  Have you ever drowned in hope?  That has been this week, to a degree.  Bleh.  Later.