Waiting.

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The girls had to wait three hours before food.  Begging, way too much begging.  Three hours, from now on, again.  Oh, in time, I may forget.  But, not often.  As to myself?  Five hours.  Breakfast is just starting.  Okay, works out well for me.  Now I am awake enough to manage food as needed.

Oh, another plan change, or addiction?  Eating my heavier meal at "lunch" time, whenever that time may actually be.  My middle meal will be my big meal.  Today it will be the leftovers of spaghetti, and another piece of garlic bread.  This time I will see how they do it in the airfryer, and go from there.  For supper, I will have a cheese sandwich and else.  Small sides just to go along with all else.

I got the rabbits at just before eight.  They all had plenty of water left, and most had food left, save for the three big eater pens.  I really like it when I can get on a bit of a schedule, for as long or short as it lasts... I really like having some regularity.  Just like with pooping, eating, and else, regularity... while boring... is... good.  I'm not exactly regular, but I have been closer to it than I have in a while, given that daylight awake cycles are a part of it, as I see things.

Just out of curiosity, I took another fasting blood draw.  At 129 it dropped 27 points for no good reason.  I drank a bottle of water, that was it.  Even so, I am planning on taking, say, 4 cc's of fast acting with breakfast.  Maybe 6 or 8 with lunch.  Actually, it will be a lunch, by time.  If I can finish breakfast by nine, I'll check sugar again around noon, while heating up the meal.  That is the quintessential lunch time.

A shower would be nice.  As would a start on dishes and tearing down boxes.  I have been stagnant in action, lately.  Not by effort, simply without choice.  It seems warmer today.  So, maybe.  Oh, and the hydrant is flowing again.  The girls really didn't like tap water... which flows through the softener.  Sam was ecstatic when she saw me bringing in a bucket of outside water.  

The little things.  I also have a little bowl of water, just for her, up in her drawer hideaway.  Little things she really loves, and I do it for such a reason.  And she knows it.  Oh, washed their sleeping bowls... little beds... today.  Dried, and out for them.  They don't touch them in the summer, but in the winter, they love them, if I keep them clean.  Getting pretty ratty, need a few new ones.  I think Sam is somewhat incontinent.  Which is why they can only use them for so long, without being washed.  She is between 80 and a 100, in human terms.  I don't blame her.  Shit just stops working the way it used to.  We still love the grumpy old sissy-whozits.

Yea, cloudy, and dark, but warmer.  I think it reads 30 F, but it sure feels warmer.  Almost warm enough for it to begin feeling like a thaw is on, putting moisture in the air.  It almost can't be, but... things are often not how they read.  It's... a warm 30, I'll put it that way.

Wish me luck?  Pray for me to be able to bust my butt a bit?  All good.  I'd ask for a boost to the caboose, but that really doesn't work.  I know, I've tried every way possible, and some ways impossible.  It happens, or it doesn't, amen.  Well, on to the rest of the day.  Good fortune in your run.  Be well, stay warm, and be cheery.  Being a glumpuss won't doing a thing for you.