A visitor.

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Came by to see what could be done.  And for some business.  So... I had things to do!  Rabbit cages, in the outbuilding, the line of them and the little double condo.  It was some wrestling, with heavy metals, wood, saws, and else.  But, between the two of us, we got them in and they seem secure.  Now I have a place for all the gents.

With help, too, I checked the questionable rabbits.  All males.  I only have one giant female.  I better hope she can deliver.  I will be watching her extra closely.  She is experienced, but old.  I can hope she can produce.  If so, I'll keep several of her does.  I have several bucks not of her line, so... should work... if she can deliver.  Her kits are golden.  The others?  We'll see.  They aren't very good at production.  Can hope for them to work out better, in a better sized cage, with more careful watching, and knowing what I am looking for.  Even a whiff of extra fur, and the kit boxes go in.  Plus, during the week they are beginning to be due, and onward, much more careful watching... until it works or didn't.  Ugh.

Now I need to get the roof off the feeder hutch, and get that hinged and separated.  I want to keep the big and little ones separated, or the little ones may well end up eaten.  Rabbits are NOT friendly.  Young enough, though, they may be just fine.  Maybe.

Quite a bit done today, actually.  Sure, I didn't get to dishes or laundry, or yet.  But I did plenty of extra.  I'll try for the feeder pen tomorrow, but also dishes and laundry.  Oh, and since I'm not having sardines and crackers tonight, I better have another fatted coffee.  Life is good.  Getting better.  Even if I felt rough this morning, and still do actually.  I am, probably, going to be getting over that soon...  Being on, and staying on, the right medicines... with a regular supply... Yea.

Blood sugar is excellent!  Without fast acting, today, or anything but regular eating, blood sugar is 98 just now.  I can deal with that.  Nothing extra before bedtime, just slow acting as I go to sleep.  A very good, exceptional, day.  Especially considering the start and even ongoing pain.  I may take some painpills.  I've... been a good boy.  And, just from the work I have done, I will suffer extra.  So, a treat, perhaps.

I often feel like an animal in a trap.  The trap is life.  What I have to do, not so much to survive, but to not suffer so terribly, are tricks no man in my condition should be expected to do.  How does a cripple feed and tend himself?  He... often... doesn't.  Still, it's what I have, and I have decided to work with God in His plans.  So... here I am.  And there I go.  Later.