Beautiful.

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Finally, out, again.  This time to the store.  I have needed to be out for a long time.  Ran out of a lot of things.  Couldn't go.  Either exhaustion or pain, or both, kept me down.  I would shower, get cleaned up, but just couldn't do it... at the best of times.  At the worst of times, I would just sit.  Getting chores done, but nothing else.

The healthfood store is open, again.  Or, well, masks aren't required.  I really do like their spices.  American.  Not any more expensive than the Chinese at conventional stores, and usually less expensive.  I would daresay, these are probably fresher as well.  I also wanted to try kombucha?  Something like that.  Got everything I needed.  Powdered onion, ground cumin and corriander, and a few other things.  I really like their products, their prices only double my appreciation.

I was speaking with the woman at the checkout counter.  Said how glad I was that they stopped requiring the useless mask.  Ol' sourpuss said nothing, but she sure wasn't happy we are no longer required to wear the statist masks.  Stupid people, it says right on them that they don't stop viruses!  Ugh.  To stupid to read and comprehend, far too many.  Anyway...

Then I got to the other grocery store.  Cheese slice blocks, more deli cuts, a veggie pack, and... more kombucha!  I didn't realize they carried that.  And at the same price?  They didn't have the plain though.  Still, I got a berry ginger, and had a sip when I got home.  Not bad.  Not fantastic, but I think it could grow on me.  I'd like to see about growing my own.  Takes a month or three, though, I think.  Not sure... about that.  Worth a shot.

Oh, yes.  It hurt, all the way out, through the shopping, and back.  I... may be done for a bit.  But was probably done for a bit anyway.  Still, feed for the critters, feed for me, most other things are set up.  I found another number to try, for processing the ducks... a maybe.  And I took care of life for a little bit.

I thanked God, profusely.  I grant my actions to His favor, not my will.  I have prayed for His help, received it.  Still hurts, terribly.  Moving the grain in, sorting and storing it, even packing groceries (as few as there were) in, and putting them up, was using the last of me.  But it got done.

I may get to bed early tonight.  The goal is to shower, again, right when I get up in the morning.  Do chores, of course.  Then start in on the kitchen.  Even if I can only do one counter, and one dishpan of dishes?  That... will be something.  Whatever I can get done will be a start.  As well, to try to get up early.  Earlier at least, though... who knows.  I'll do what I can.

I still want to do chores again, yet tonight.  It might not be possible.  But, that... if I can't, I can't.  They were fed.  And none of them were so out they were even hungry, earlier.  The second set of chores is more for my peace of mind, checking in on the animals, than out of a true need.  Though, with the birds, feeding them really might help them pack it in and on, get them ready for butchering sooner than not.  So... I may do the birds.  

Just thought of a funny.  Imagine if our parents were actually just feeding us in order to have us not for, but as, dinner?  :p  Oh, sometimes I wondered.  All I'm saying.  If your parents don't mind you getting chunky... watch out at about graduation time.  :)

Ugh.  I'll... try to game for a while.  It will literally be work.  But, it... will keep me awake for a little while.  Good evening, day, and maybe night.  Go with God (for few else would have us?)!  :p