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Work, that is. And, then anticipated. While I didn't do a single box, or finish the bathroom, with all that was involved, and some side projects connected, and not, with this, I did more work than if I had just done what I suggested. Some of the side projects weren't a choice. Getting from a to b required those things. Other things were simply more convenient. Something about striking while the iron is hot.
I still feel somewhat unhappy with it all. I feel as if I should have done more. Truth is, I don't think more was possible. Thinking... Feeling... The two don't always go together well. This is one of those cases. Actually, I am surprised, even amazed, at what was done. I just... wanted more, and more on target. It simply wasn't, probably, possible.
I will refill the waterers, as a last thing. Then it is on to bed. I'll make sure I took medicine. I didn't take insulin. I will take the slow acting stuff, alone. Mixing the two is more dangerous than most things I can do with insulin. The cats have been fed often enough, though I may hit their litter one last time tonight.
Ugh. Tired. Ready for bed. But a few more things. Good morning, night, and day.
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