Up, chores done, and?

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Warm, inside and out, but not hot.  About 80, everywhere, as I woke.  Humidity is 52%, but I am almost getting used to that.  It was 73 upstairs, with 40% humidity, when I woke a bit before 18:00.  Regular ac's do take out some moisture, but not as much as I had thought they would.

A little nightmare, before I woke.  When I was a kid, if cold, I'd weasel into a shirt, a robe, or whatever else, at night.  Not always with good plans.  Half buttoned or tied, I'd get in.  But, sometimes I'd get stuck.  Thankfully my legs would still work.  And, even if panicking, I could go get help, usually mom because my brothers might well just pick on my and sisters just laugh.  Being the baby had it's moments, that wasn't one of them.  *stuck!*  Such a short dream, but one of the worst nightmares.  The other thing I hated as a kid, was waking paralysis.  

I went through that probably weekly, even twice weekly sometimes.  Couldn't move, fully awake.  I learned, after a great many of the horror moments, to attempt to relax.  Now, that wouldn't help, but it would remove the horror, mostly.  Which would allow me, then, to begin concentrating on doing things.  First thing was to open the eyes... send willed signals.  As well, to concentrate on moving a finger, or a toe.  Having a plan, and trying something, was far better than lying there in sheer horror.  I have had it a few times as an adult, but now know how to get out of it, and not to panic.  

It only happens when it is very hot, after I have hyper extended my energy resources, and pushed just about every boundary I have... usually beyond what might possibly kill me, if I were more normal.  That dream was as close as I have had, though, probably, in a decade.  Now that I know it's a bad heart, diabetes, and other actual physical ailments, I don't shove as hard.  Usually, and definitely not as harshly when I do.

Ducks are doing well.  The first set of three, out of the original nine, I think have their adult feathers.  No longer looking like aborted pillows.  The next set of three, which came from a set of three (to my first knowledge), look like they are in the last stages of the aborted pillow phase.  The rest, 18~24 I'll say, plus Crow's single, are still in the cute, fluffy, chick stage.  Little yellow, black, or yellow and black fluffballs, which bring my darker mind to think of... teeing off.  :p  Vader's practice golf balls.  Anywhile.

All are looking good.  But they sure eat.  I have figure out how to get the chicks in the food bowls younger.  And, yes, it makes a difference.  I think having the two moms for that many chicks is working out best.  I feared I might have to end one of them, but they sorted it out without killing chicks.  Penguin Girl would have been the one I put down, she isn't a great mother.  While Kay is exceptional.  She was the first momma.  She lost most of her first set, but learned.  If she/they, have lost a chick, it's just one so far.  I honestly expected to have four or five gone by now.

The rabbits are doing well.  Enjoying the cooler weather, for certain.  Food and water, cover from rain in case that happens, not much more I can do for them.  It'll be around August 26th when I start looking for her to remove fur, to begin padding out her den, for kits.  This time I will be ready.

On to... something.  I did get meds set up.  Food and insulin, which I fell off again.  It's just heat stress.  I have limits.  And, with the humidity coming in, not sure the swamp cooler will work all that well.  The trick might be to use the swamp cooler during the day, and an ac at night to dry the place back out... or when humidity is higher.  Bleh.  Later.