Cold, dark, tired.

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Inside or out, one or more of those at a time.  Bedtime, again?  Probably.

I am hoping to reset the girls' litter boxes.  They have been fed twice, plus the hard food is out in full, for them.  I think I can refresh their water as well.

It isn't much, but some of what has been plaguing my mind have been tended.  I sleep so much better when the needs and wants of the creatures are managed.

I probably won't set up waterers for tomorrow.  But I do hope to get them set up when I wake.  Early, late, difficult to know.  So very tired.  Though whether sleep is possible is a whole other thing.  Or waking.  I just can't be certain.  So very tired, as if that means much.

A baked potato.  There is another out there.  Though, probably, just something warm for later.  That is it for potatoes.  Or anything else easily, if slowly, warmed.  I haven't checked the ribs.  If they are good, I may simply grill them, adding sauerkraut at the end, layered on like hay or some such.

Yes, on to bed.  I don't think I will do the litter.  It will be the first thing on my list of things to do.  Waterers and refreshing their water next.  I have enough water to do some of each, when I wake.  So very tired.  It hurts.  I have been breathing through my nose, and doing extra with that, in the hopes of... improving some problems.  There are limits.

You can only bring in just so much extra air, oxygen, for only just so long.  Good night, or evening, or afternoon?  Good day, and later or much later.