Nothing much, but a few things.

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Even with the thermostat set at 74, I am cool in here.  The weather has passed, at least for the day.  The temp is 53~55 out there.  Sam has been out, enjoying what is passing for warm weather.  I have been joining her, feeding her, getting her water and treats too.  As much to check on her, and the weather, as to... try to do something!  And... it was something.

The V.A. called back.  A new date has been set.  Very good.  I... was off to the races.  Normally I would have been done and out in half an hour.  I don't quite understand what took so long.  Next time I will be ready to run and jump if otherwise running late.  Showering the night before, in case I am moving to slow for on the day of, shaved and otherwise ready.  Loaded it into my phone.  And mind, more, this time.

The cats, ducks, and rabbits have been being checked, fed, watered, and tended through the day.  As well, I realize something.  For all my fretting about how to get the ducks set up, with a bit of risk taking, as to brooding, they have sorted it themselves.  Actually, I have three hens... two of the muscovy and one of the indian runners... setting clutches.  Not sure how many will hatch, or how many will survive the gauntlet that will ensue.  Can only hope.  Such is life.  But that is going.  I'll also need to get chick feed, and some way to water them.  I'll see what duck chicks need... ducklings?  Whatever.

As well, I checked up on my mother.  It's really rough.  Not only in recovery, but also without her friend.  She got him later in life, his life.  I wasn't sure she should.  But she had a puppy too, so, I thought it would work out.  The pup bit a tire, on a moving vehicle.  But this one has been with her ten years or more?  Older?  He was probably five to seven when she got him.  So... yeah...  He did well for her.  Considering all, both of them were lucky... which happens to be his name.

She is doing better, for all.  But still sore.  She didn't know why areas under her skin, between muscle and bone burned.  That I know.  Pulled, ripped really.  Healing.  She thought, maybe, taking hot showers was hurting it.  I told her no.  It would only burn the skin, it wouldn't get in like that.  Ice and heat... she... you can't tell her otherwise.  It's what she knows and does, so... okay.  

I'll check up on her ever few days.  Not for my sake.  I'm pretty sure she will be fine.  Company, even if on the phone, will help.  I may try to talk her into another dog.  Though, might be too soon.  And, maybe, she is done with animal friends.  It's intensely personal, and difficult as we age, for many reasons.

More snacks than meals, today.  Which is fine.  I just had a few pieces of cheese and some meat sticks.  Oh, the other day, I offered the mouse, Charles or Charlene if he isn't, a small corner of cheese.  It was huge to him.  Wow are those little critters strong.  He yanked the cheese out of my grip!  I had to laugh.  I may end up figuring out a cage for him.  I am trying to get him used to being touched, petted lightly.  It may not be possible.  And one of the girls may end up eating him.  Though, I think with Sam, she no longer has the heart to kill.  She misses her kits something awful... it's changed her, their haunting and her age.  Sassy?  Maybe.  She likes watching it, but hasn't gotten it yet.  I am hoping to find a little cage and get it set up.  That or death is the price for intrusion.

Later.