Not a bad morning.

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Morning?  Early afternoon, around 13:30?  I think.  Still, it had to do as a morning.

I woke at 08:30, and almost got out.  I was feeling good.  I didn't seem to be tired.  I just... closed my eyes for... a bit.  And, then it was early afternoon.  Oh, I think I rolled and roiled, tried to stir.  It just, I never got close to fully even truly waking until I did.  Fluttering eyelids, speaking or dreaming of sleep speaking, dreams themselves.  Still, a... pretty good morning.

And I woke without pain.  I didn't have suffering in the near waking state.  I didn't have that when I woke the first time.  I wasn't tired, or exhausted.  I didn't seem to be confused.  The body simply wasn't quite ready to get out of bed.  Which is fair.  I went to bed somewhere between 02:00 and 04:00, if I had to guess.

Why so late though?  I... don't know.  Medicine is doing strange things.  Oh, and I did have a bit of a blood sugar dip.  I... dealt with that, then stayed up a few hours to check on things?  Something like that.  My memory is terrible when such things happen.  I did take up an extra partial pack of tabs.  And I do have a whole other one up there, plus water.  I need to drink while chewing those... pretty dusty.

Ducks are out, rabbits fed and lightly watered.  I mean, all had water still in their waterers, save the mini does.  So I only replaced their water, but fed all.  I will change out waterers fully, later.  I just wanted to make sure they all had some water in order to eat well.  Late, but there was nothing I could do any quicker.

Sam wanted out, with me.  Didn't want to stay out back, with them.  The ducks follow her around, if she stays out and they spot her.  Still, I was pretty sure it was nice enough that she would want out.  So I went out the other back side door, and let her know she could come out.  I then set her up with fresh water, then fed both the girls... one inside, one out.

I did get their litter reset yesterday evening.  It is much better, for me, if Sam is outside.  She pees a LOT!  I think she poos more, too.  She likes being skinny, and her metabolism is set for it.  She probably, somehow, does two thirds of the litter box filling.  So... her being outside, is a win-win.  Still, I check on her, when I need to use the facilities, or get tea, or a snack.  And she loves me for it.  Just to be out with her, for five or ten, does both of us a lot of good.  She then knows she is loved, I get to help a little friend, and... it just works.

Oh... I have been thinking.  Reconsidering.  My mother.  My very troubling mother.  She, yet, is... my mother.  I have no real reason to deny her.  Well, no, I take that back.  I have solid reasons to deny her.  As she had with me.  I am considering... trying to figure out a way to have her here.  She will cry.  She won't get her way.  But we will both have someone around, a little help, and such.

Yes.  Of course, that doesn't mean she even wants to be here.  I do not know if this was a conversation between my brother and her, or just something my brother considered.  She may well never even have considered living here, with me.  And... lots would have to be sorted.  Still?  I... am thinking on it.

It could work out.  Not as either of us exactly intends.  And there are limits.  But I think, with my cooking, and maybe cleaning, plus her strong points, we could figure a way to get by.  Maybe.  She did this with her father.  I do not forget this.  That with a pile of children and a job.  I met and loved my grandfather for this.  A debt for a debt, on top of debt.  Thinking... anyway.

No pain, no confusion, if not a lot of energy.  A call, some gaming, perhaps food in a bit.  Nothing fancy, but I am hoping to begin catching up in the house.  Dishes, trash and recycling, and a shower.  Maybe a load of laundry.  No push, no huge thing, just small bits, one at a time.  Perhaps begin regaining the life I had until medicine started again.  Yes indeed, and amen.  Later.