It is about bedtime.

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Not a bad day.  Not a heavy day.  Thankfully, to be honest, I was able to relax a bit today.  Oh, I still got work done.  Several trips downstairs, with items to be stored.  A bit of sorting while down there.  The boxes which took everything down back up and onto the breakdown pile.  Dishes, counters, and some cooking.  Everything, save the chicken stew pot, has been washed.  But it has stew in it.  That will be breakfast.

A few other things, more boxes broken down, if not all.  I wait until there are enough to bother with.  A few areas in the kitchen being cleared.  Items being sorted and put away as possible.  I even washed the small kitchen appliances which are out on the counters.  Amazing how splatters get everywhere, no matter how careful I am.

It was cooling off.  Last I looked, if it's been a while, it was already back down to 36.  My guess is it has gone down a bit to a lot.  The ducks and rabbits don't mind.  I do have the tarps partly covering, more to block wind.  Which is what might get to them.  Not the ducks so much, but the rabbits.

Little bits of everything.  Oh, and I best get in medicine tonight.  I take it twice a day, and insulin when... I do.  So many little things being done as well.  Well, not today, but a few.  Probably more than I remember.  When this tired, and cool, memory can really fail.  As I think back, though, a number of little things.

Tomorrow?  I am hoping to get to the bathroom.  Oh, and I could put towels out to dry tonight.  They might freeze, but... whatever.  They will eventually thaw and be just fine.  If not, they can be brought in and anything from being fluffed to a hotter drying process.  Maybe more washing tomorrow.  Another shower?  I won't need a shave for a day or three.  Probably.

I just wish it would warm, even for a day.  It'll work out.  Good night.