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I think it was to bed by 05:30.  Couldn't sleep.  Too many things on my mind.  Upset stomach for it.  Sleepy, tired, eyes burn.  Can't sleep.  So be it.

My duck mother is down to four or five.  I put her, and them, up last night.  Alone.  In the outbuilding.  That... can't work.  The chicks can't be left on their own.  But, if I had a place to put them, I could try to feed and water them.  Ugh.  I have no idea how to develop such a construction, and then keep on top of it.

It would need bedding, which would have to be changed out?  If so, how often?  It would need a heat lamp.  For nights, or days too?  Feed and water wouldn't be too difficult.  I would guess they have standard issues for those.  For how long?  Where to keep it?  Ugh!  I just... I don't think any in this batch will make it.  I will just have to let her out, because I don't have a practical means of keeping her in, and the others out.

Plus, I got mail.  My court appointment is coming up, next month.  I need to get people involved, and obtain my last two doctor appointment records, and the echo-cardiogram report, and get those in.  Ugh!  Days have been running into nights.  I have been more fuddled than usual.  I have to sort things out.  Can't sleep, can't be awake, can't function.  Will send out some information today, try to get help.

Other things.  I can't seem to get caught back up.  Sinking.  The house is a mess, and I can't get to it.  Two months on medication.  A new medication coming in.  I am surprised it isn't here.  I should check on that.  Oh, I think someone at the V.A. called recently.  A message, two?  I... haven't... been doing well.  I'll get to those today.

Too much.  Can't think.  Can't sleep.  Can't wake.  There.  I feel... a bit better.  When your diary is your confessor, but you aren't even talking to it?  It builds.  A cup of kefir and then, waking?  And then on to other things?  Ugh.  If I can stay awake.  Heartburn from stress and no sleep.  Bleh.  Later.