Down very early.

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I memorized  the time, to spit it out this morning.  But it is partially gone.  I think it was 18:38?  But the last two digits could, actually, be anything.  I am sure it was within the 18:00 to 18:59 mark, though if it had been in the :50 or higher mark I would have been thinking to round it up.  Since that wasn't in my mind, I would say more like 18:00 to 18:49?  And I would say it was definitely at least a quarter after, maybe half.  but the more precise I try to be, the fuzzier it gets.  I kept waking... at 23:00, midnight thirty, then 03:33... an odd number so I remember it.  I avoided waking until around 04:44.  I know.  What was with the last times?  But, so be it.

Dragging, moving slow, doing a few morning chores, finally sitting here.  It is 05:21, but I have been here, setting up, thinking, and beginning writing since a quarter after.  Not, definitely, moving quickly.  A good sleep.  Had to use both ac's.  But I had forgotten the windows open and it had gotten pretty warm.  I left the downstairs door open, which in the end didn't help, and the girls didn't bother visiting.  Not sure why.

Oh, I did chores before bedtime.  I'll wait until it warms before hitting them this morning again.  With the rabbit hutches facing each other, they will be easier to service at once, and quickly.  Oh, I refreshed the kit box for the momma rabbit to be.  With fresh soft wood shavings.  She is doing something with it... making a bridge, or ramp, with some of it.  But she hasn't popped yet.  It's been forty eight days!

There are no males out there, anymore.  She has a bigger cage, a double cage really.  She has the smallest kit box.  She doesn't seem to be stressed.  She is eating lightly, oddly, and drinking less.  I think having it become just a ladies hutch area means they are far more at ease.  I keep looking for fur pulling, which also isn't happening.  And, oh, she is... quite full.  She hasn't lost them.  She is really big.  She is even rather docile.  I pet the critters as often as I have a bit extra energy... usually once or twice a day.  And she doesn't try to hide, mostly.  Not sure what is happening with her.  All I can do is offer her what I think she could use and let her be.

A few beers, yesterday.  Just, mostly, for flavor.  I do miss beer, if I don't miss getting drunk.  I'll let that part go.  But, a few beers, once or twice a week?  I could do that.  Can't really afford it though.  So, after I finish these, that will be that... for another three to five years.  And, no, not the "fancy" brands.  Just, old, used to be American, names.  Bud is now a French concern, who knows about the others.  Though even industrial elites were never really pro-American.  They have always favored fascism, even knowing what comes next, always and ever.  Which is why so many of them are pro-Chinese.  China didn't climb out of communism to fascism, it stumbled backward into it, but now that it has been enriched, it is heading right back into the slaughterhouse.  Hopefully it will take the wealth and lives of some American and European fanboys, who seem to love what they think is the new new world order from there, and Russia.  Clueless bastards, and heartless.  Soon to be impoverished, already on their knees... but loving it?  Crazy, people, I'm telling you.

Anyway... I'll get trash gathered and out, and recycling.  Hopefully a shower. Then... who knows.  I keep wondering if I should shave my beard?  I can finally grow one.  It doesn't even look all that bad.  If it is white.  It definitely shows more my genetic variances and illness, though is an odd aspect to age.  Really old men can't grow beards well.  This thing is... solid.  If it wasn't white, you might well admire it.  Shorter, but it's curly.  Won't ever get very long.  Nested, thick, but never long.  Think Greek?  I think it would along those lines.

Best get litter and then the cats fed.  They... become little terrorists if hungry and ready.  Later.