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Exhausted me, but not in the immediate, wrong, way.  I am getting tired because I am doing things, not because of cellular or biochemical failures.  My cells receive blood and energy, I use the muscles and else to lift, move, bend, and else, and then I get tired.  My body isn't used to working, so it doesn't take as much as I would like to wear out.  But it isn't a nearly instant exhaustion caused simply by standing, or taking a few steps.

The rabbits were fed and watered.  I will check there water again tonight.  I will only check their waterers at night, food and water in the morning.  It was all frozen, save for one rabbit who seems to remember that drinking keeps it flowing.  The others will, eventually remember, or solve that... at least to a point.  But two water checks a day should see them able to keep it flowing much of the time.

The girls have been fed.  The waterers have been brought in.  Some to just be thawed, others have been reset so as to be refilled.  Plus a pail of water, to refill those with.  And, whatever is left, will be added to the girls' water.  Or simply completely to refresh the sum, depending on how much remains.  While I refreshed it this morning, it was with water which has been in the house a few days.  This would be not only fresh, but cooler.

I have litter to manage, a shower to take, laundry to probably put on a final drying spin, and a few bills to pay by phone.  Ugh.  Almost... just about... nearly... getting to a point where I can say I am beginning at the beginning.  If possible, boxes and dishes started today.  Maybe some clearing and cleaning in the kitchen.  Nothing fancy, at all.  An half an hour, here and there, or there, whatever.

My mother called.  Asked if I had tried to call her.  I told her I don't try to call her anymore.  Her phone is almost always off.  She is doing it.  It isn't the staff, or other patients.  I know... it sucks to have poor memory, and to try to be nice to those around you, AND to get what you want from others outside.  But... that just isn't how it works.  I am just now crawling out of a grave, I can't manage other excesses or debts beyond my limits.

Still, we had a good talk.  I think I upset the poor dear.  That really isn't my intent.  I just speak, and say, because I have almost no ability to... add flourish, dance for my dinner, or bark a polite tongue.  I say, as I do, for life is too sparse for me to do politics, or diplomacy.  Rude?  If you say so.  I am just telling you how things are, as I see them, to the best of my ability, as honestly, and concisely as possible.  If you can't handle it, don't talk to me.

Yea, especially as I begin working.  It really does take it out of me.  Still, I... am getting things done, feeling better, if tired, about it.  Hoping to catch up as possible.  Impressive, really.  If, most likely, in a day or two, or tomorrow, or... now... I will fail, for a while.  Going back into fog, for exhaustion... if at least earned this time.  Until I lose it, I'll hang on and keep going.  Good afternoon, day, and maybe night.