A devil, they say?

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A visitor.  So I asked for a bit of help.  I couldn't move the rabbit hutches solo.  Not as... much work as I had worried.  Even for me.  One end was cake.  They are pretty heavy, too.  Moved, to face each other, one facing north(ish), the other south(ish).  About three feet apart, give or take.  Four?

Tried to move the grower hutch.  It was too much for the two of us.  My visitor had an idea, but that is for another time.  Cool.  I showed him a recent purchase as well.  He needed extension cords he had loaned.  I helped him get them out and rolled up.  All good.

Heck of a wind and rain storm the other day.  When it squalled, it really shook dead branches and twigs down.  My visitor suggested they and their neighbor both lost tree parts, or maybe trees?  Some such.  Yea, it was... a dark thing.  Not totally unheard of, in the fall.  But... a bit stronger?  Nah, maybe not even that.  It's just been a while.

I picked a few of the larger branches up.  Nothing too big.  These weren't even limbs.  Moved them to a pile I have been hoping to get removed for some time now.

Oh, for breakfast, earlier, another swiss cheese and turkey breast sandwich... using the cheese as bread.  I really, really, didn't think I would like that.  Calories, easy, cheesy.  But like?  Very odd, I am loving it.  I may try a batch of shirred eggs later.  Now I have cauliflower to try, and broccoli in some.  That, eggs, some cheese, or two types of cheese, fresh diced onion, and a meat of some sort... it's almost magic.  Cooking doesn't have to be difficult, complicated, take a lot of time, fuss, or... anything.

Shirred eggs, I'm telling you, it's where it's at for a simple and truly delicious meal.  You can cook it for probably around twelve and up to twenty five minutes.  It'll... taste good.  The texture won't be off.  I'm just never quite sure if, at the lower end, it is done.  I'm... a bit chicken about eating uncooked whites.  Yokes, I'll take those runny all day, any day, every day.  But whites?  I... I'm squeamish.  A gift, from my mother.  A shared paranoia.  

And I haven't found a cheese that doesn't do well.  Though, if you go bold, say... gorgonzola or (other?) blues?  Be prepared.  I couldnt' do it every day, but... one in a while.  Hmm... granny apple bits, gorgonzola, eggs, cinnamon, a teaspoon of cream, a few others... oh... yes... I think so.  One near sweet, with the rest savory?  Aye.

Anyway?  What else?  I... just can't quite get to things.  I keep them on my mind.  I keep praying.  And... I keep sitting.  I'll... get to something, when I can.  Good morning, yet, for a short bit, afternoon to some of you, and day.  Amen.