Uhrm, really?

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Not bad.

Some morning chores done.  Teeth brushed, got caught up on the pee jugs...  I keep four, just in case, and if I begin to fail I prefer to have... several.  I haven't been keeping them as tended as usual.  Medicine toasted my get going button.  Four, though there may be others still upstairs?  I am sure I had two smaller ones, and that I used them.  I'll... get those, and clear them, yet tonight.  Multiple rinses and then a bleaching.  Even then they need to be tipped and allowed to dry otherwise they get a funky odor.

I am guessing, if I can get the fluid out, fully, over the first month, then get back to one or two pills... since I am drinking much less and have maintained that... that when I get down to one or two pills, I can then stop needing the pee pails upstairs.  It's a temporary thing.  I had gone for years(?) without needing them, when I was still on meds and doing better.  For now, it is what it is.  I don't absolutely need them.  I could trek down the steps and through the house to the bathroom three or five or seven times a night.  I have done that before.  I'd just rather not.

Teeth cleaned, those... most of them... cleaned.  I am hoping to bleach, clear, and clean the waterers yet tonight, and have those ready for next week.  Then bleach and clean the last ones tomorrow after I change them out.  Once a month, twice if I am lucky, that gets done.  Let the waterers rest overnight, between rinsing, then filling, any minor ppm/b of bleach leaches out.  It's a gas.  No... literally.

A shower, tonight.  Maybe a shave.  Laundry.  I will check the waterers when I put the ducks in.  Should be good, save the mini-does.  I have an extra out there for them.  It is 48 outside, 68 inside... with the furnace off.  Not  bad.  Sam is out.  I guess it is just warm enough for her.  I will keep checking, and feed them shortly.

A neighbor wants a ride-along tomorrow.  I get to... sit.  I am happy to do it.  Then, maybe, after, some work in and around the cave.  A table for the lower hutch will be built, air pressure into the r.o. tank, extra rooms created in the hutches in the outbuilding, as well as one of the cages put out there with metal roofing shoots for poo, so the hutches can be stacked.  There might be a few other things hoped, but... that would be good.

Eventually, I want to see if he can figure out the lighting upstairs.  The fixtures seem to be getting power, but hey just aren't working.  As well, I want to install a few braced systems upstairs, for some mechanical exercises.  As well, I would like to install a few braces for a hammock outside.  And a last thing?  Bracing the clothes line beams.  They are leaning.  Not all, of course, at once.  But, over time... How much on any given day?  Who knows.  Sometimes these take a bit.  But, if we can do parts of each, so I have an idea of what to do, that would... be best.

Even just one of those jobs... once I know what I am doing roughly... every second or third day?  Or even parts of it.  I would love to work, and hard.  I can't, always.  And, right now, I'm doing good to be up, and cleaning pee jugs, and late in the afternoon.  Ugh.  But I will... keep... trying.  Until I get full retirement.  Or what passes for it here.  Later.