Too early for calls, but...

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I have found the numbers I need, created duplicate copies in varied places, and am ready to call everyone required as soon as possible.  There is one more number, come to think of it, I will add to my various virtual and physical rolodexes.  Done!  So... that should be that.  As I browse the internet, looking for bits and pieces... often on pages of enemies who are really plants?  Probably.  I've had some number of them show their hand.  Still, they often have information before others.  I suppose that is part of the schtick.

Weary.  But I do very little things, now and again.  I am a bit amazed at how much has been done.  If I can get through dishes, I'll be in much better shape.  Dishes, chores, phone calls... more boxes...  Oh, and when boxes just... when I tire of that, upstairs to get the room sorted and moved.  Well, and a bit of work in the bathroom.  As well, a bit more light work in the kitchen.

My muscles are actually tired.  It isn't just me.  A good thing, really.  But also a physical limit of sorts.  I can push, I have pushed, I am pushing, I will push.  But that pushing has limits.  Even so, little bits, here and there, as I may, and the place will keep becoming tidier, neater, cleaner, clearer.  Hmm... I may make one thing today, a keto lemon cheese cake.  Just a little one, a midday treat for my good deeds... only... not until after dishes are done and calls are made.  The rest can hang, if I doubt they will.  Well, chores are required, but those will be done much earlier and are an automatic project.

So very nice.  Uhrm, I will check litter.  Wash up and slice a piece of the casserole and pour kefir.  Then, mostly, wait for sunlight to let the ducks out.  The rabbits just have to wait until it warms a bit.  I don't want their waterers to freeze right first thing.  But ducks like to be out early, usually.  Actually, even on cold days, when I open it up, they get to their things.  And... I watch, hidden behind the shade so as not to change their behaviors... if possible.  Every once in a while, one looks directly at me, meaning they probably see and know, just don't care.  They are a joy to watch.  Like fish with feathers?  Maybe.

Later.