Wetly warm yet frigid?

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That's what I would call it.  It is 42 out there, at around 09:00.  It doesn't look like it rained recently, but it is very moist aground.  The grasses dripping with it.  I thought there would be plenty of food still with the rabbits, but no.  They were all dry.  So, again, they have been fed a double day of feed.  Perhaps as the cold sets in they simply need more food.  Waterers were changed as well.  I need to refill the complete, or nearly, set.

On the way in, I remembered the pillow.  It has been run through the dryer several times.  Three, if I had to guess.  Once with other items, twice on it's own, usually on the hottest setting but the last was on a medium.  I am not sure if it is actually dry, but it's getting there.  Hands were too cold from being outside to decipher dryness.  Still, in it went, on a medium heat.

Now I am setting up a breakfast.  Same old, for now, until I can get to the store and get something else.  I'd like to do chia pudding, say, three times a week?  It is good food.  Oh, I will be, this morning, trying it with butter, salt, pepper, onion, garlic, and cream... perhaps a touch of turmeric, to test positive for that as a savory.  I'm pretty sure it will work, but heaven knows, ever, on anything, without trials.

Oh, a new flavor of perrier, new to me.  Pineapple.  Just sampling it for the first time this morning.  If nothing else, the flavors offer a zero carb something-something.  I only buy the flavors, or even unflavored, when the price is good enough.  I like having an alternative once in a while.  Like them?  Well, it's better than more insulin, right?  Or even more keto food, expensive as it is... or demanding.  Either you eat dirty keto, because real keto from production is either too expensive or unpalatable... or you roll up your sleeves and cook every damn thing from scratch, using special ingredients and equipment... or you quit and just eat easy trash.  Choices, choices.  I do as well as I can within the first two, going for the last when all else fails.  And, sometimes, it does.

I am still so hungry I could eat a quarter beef, or sure feel like it.  If someone butchered and cooked a steer, cooking bits and pieces as I could eat it, I think you would be surprised how far I could eat my way through the beast before yielding.  I am hungry in a disparate way.  I have to sort this out, or death or worse will solve the problem.

Hoping to get another shower in, get the litter pans cleared, start some of the dishes, and begin at least creating a shopping list.  Salad and burger would be good, pork and chicken is needed, oh, and I really need to dig into those eggs.  But, on the way, being as tired as I am, I may have to feed myself while out.  Can't shop, clean, cook, and eat solo.  Not quite yet.

Later.