Are you up?

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And I was.  Actually, I had been down here a bit, but had left my phone upstairs.  I had just remembered, and gone upstairs to retrieve it.  And, just in time.  Ready?  I wasn't.  While I have been awake for a bit, and I meant to have gotten a shower and done chores, neither had happened... if for a decent reason.

I was cooking chicken.  I hadn't even started eating it.  But it was fantastic, when I did, again.  So I texted back that I needed to get a shower and do chores.  Which was okay.  He worked a bit without me is all.  Oh, and I had to have chicken.  Moving slow, but I got to it.  Ugh.

Just a bit of help.  He had another helper, a coworker from one of his jobs, there.  So, between the three of us, we got a bit of work.  I had to take breaks, from time to time.  More than them.  By a lot.  Still, I could lend a hand, a shovel, or my weight to this or that.  A nice little set of work done.

He had another job, but actual work this time.  A stop and waste, I think they are called?  Or... maybe.  So he took his fellow worker, who does that work with him, or in another crew anyway.  Same company, sometimes they work together.  Today, I suppose.

I got let off, to rest.  Because, yea, I wouldn't have been any good for anything more, not for a while.  I'll rest up, get some water in, maybe have another piece of chicken, and try to be ready for another mild bit of help this afternoon.  I'm... taking opportunities when I can find them, as I am able.  And, while it isn't much, it... should prove useful.

Gets me off my ass, where I can't do it for myself.  And, hopefully, he will help me with a few things in return.  I've been dying to do some work, and am taking the opportunity when it avails, as I am able.  Maybe tomorrow too.  I did get chores done, and a shower in.  All good.  Then off to it.

Now, I usually make only the amount of chicken I am going to eat.  Today I made an extra, or two, just... seeing with my hunger, not reality.  Plus, with the time constraint, I ate even less.  I hope the leftovers aren't too smoky.  But the two I had were delicious... maybe a slight oversalted.  But... I... can do that, once in a while.  It was only one.  Sometimes seasoning doesn't get distributed evenly.  Though, perhaps, next time, I might rinse them off just a tad.  If that requires patting them dry.  I'll... explore that, next time.

Called my mother.  She didn't answer.  But she has... things.  They keep her busy, and tired.  I keep meaning to get the phone number for my last known aunt and uncle.  Just a call, once a month, to let them know they are loved... even if by an ogre.  It's not much.  But, maybe, they will find some happiness in knowing I really do think of them, often.  And remember them well, good, bad, faults, graces, and all.  As we begin getting ready to pass, it is good to know we are loved, even by rascals and worse.

Later.