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The ducks are in.  An easy one.  

I am finishing the soup.  I didn't get it together enough to remember to add veggies.  However, I did slice green onions, and put some in.  Oh, that truly is fantastic.  With the mushrooms too.  As well, it has slices of the bratwursts.  Chicken meat, generally, of course.  And just that base bone broth.  Can't beat it.

No more work.  Well, mostly.  I will slice the rest of the green onions, putting a small container in the refrigerator, and a larger portion in the freezer, in smaller tupperware containers.  Doesn't need to be glass for these.  I may try it with celery, tomorrow.  Perhaps carrots too?  I don't know.  Maybe.  Tomorrow?  Or Saturday.  It depends on how things work out.

No boxes yet.  It is about bed time.  No other work, really.  I will finish that soup, and slice the green onions... putting those away.  But that is pretty much that.  Medicine is already in.  And I'll brush my teeth, trying to hit three times a day and doing that, mostly.  Oh, I'll miss one time every other or third day.  It happens.

Very tired, sleepy, weary, ready for sleep.  I still haven't turned the furnace up.  It is 66 in this room.  I did close the downstairs windows, and turn off the fan I left running while out and about.  I had two fans going, actually, when I returned home.  I shut one off while calling my mother, never turned it back on.  I'll leave the furnace off, and the windows upstairs open.  If it gets too cold, I will close things up.  

One more shot of soup, then the green onions, finally brushing my teeth, then on to bed.  I thank God for this wonderful, successful, day.  It isn't to my glory, but His.  Nothing we do, now, of our own, is good.  Goodness is His alone.  Even the suffering is a gift.  More so if it may be borne well.  Amen and good night.