Just up.

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Not sure when I went to bed.  Perhaps nearing 07:00.  I tried to stay awake long enough to send a text, without disturbing a particular someone's sleep.  I do my best.  With my front door locked, milk would be difficult to deliver that way.  But the other door was left for use.

I woke at about 17:30, but have been crawling out into the world, at no great speed.  The outside is 70, or so the thermometer reads.  I opened things up.  Definitely warmer in here.  I received a call, it went to messaging.  My mother... suggesting I could call about this time.  My phone is updating, so, after.  Oh, and I checked on the keys.  They are being duped.  So, all good.

I did go to check on chores.  Kay and Penguin Girl have the troupe in the feed bowl, so I decided to let them stay and eat to their hearts content before going out.  Otherwise they would have run away.  They just won't trust me, and... fine.  I'll do chores in a bit.  Will need more food, anyway.  Those chicks are tiny, but around 20 of them can gobble a lot of feed.  All good, I'll... get it back.  :)  Yum!

I am almost sort of on the edge of almost beginning back to doing something?  Maybe.  If I can get days and nights wrapped back around, and if it would stay cool, I would try to get back to work.  Raking, digging, housekeeping as possible, things to do, things to do indeed.  If it goes back to hot, it will get dry again, and the evap cooler could help then.  Maybe.  Then again, that may still not allow work.  If I can't cool, a lot, I can't work in the heat.  And down to even 70 isn't probably cool enough.

Ah... I called my mom.  She is in the nursing home.  She wants to go home.  I  think she will eventually be able to do so.  I was quite worried after our last conversation, which she doesn't remember.  I doubted she would.  I was, more or less, speaking with her subconscious mind.  Today, while sounding tired, she was coherent and aware.  Meds, she suggested.  This I knew.

I got started on the ducks, chores.  Went to grab rabbit pellet feed.  By the time I got back, the ducklings were back in the feed.  So... I'll give them more time.  All good.  A quarter to half hour isn't a real problem, as to delay.  And I want them to eat.  They become such rollypollys though!  Ha!

Well... on to sorting the world.  Good day.