Second chores.

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The rabbits were very happy to see me this morning.  This evening they were ecstatic.  I figured a bit more light for the nearer cages, and found a battery powered lantern for the outbuilding.  I used it the other day.  I thought it would eat the batteries, between the long time it was on and the cold.  Nope.  So, I... am using that for them out there again.  Just so they can find the waterers.  Maybe they will drink more.

Though, the waterers were not frozen solid.  I'll bet the nipples were frozen though.  Even so, that means that had water for more of the day, throughout the day.  All good.  Now they will get a sip before bedtime.  I'll try to keep that up.

One of the buckets kept going dry.  I was wondering if Sam was getting up on the waterers, and drinking from down within.  She prefers the outside water, and thinks that is what is in the buckets?  I have caught her, before.  But, not, I finally realized there is no way she could get down in there that far.  How could there be a hole in it though?  Someone had to puncture it.  It is one of those thick plastic ones.  I could see it freezing, and breaking.  But that would be obvious.  A small hole just wouldn't happen in these.  And, they were never left out to freeze in such a way that they would break.  I'll bet I find a pellet hole in it?  I'll look when I am doing the last of the waterers.

I'll get the grill going in a bit.  Chops, pork chops, thick cut this time.  To be honest, thin cut chops are better.  Next time I will seek those out.  They cook faster, they cook better, the flats crisp a bit.  Sure, I have to cook three for every thick chop, but... I'm good with that.  For one person, there is plenty of room on the grill.  Well, assuming the chops are thawed.  I set things out last night, but when I checked a bit ago, they weren't thawed.  Probably still aren't.  Fu..!

What tonight?  Ah, with the freezer cleared, it just needs cleaned.  Then dishes, a shower, trimming whiskers... probably not a shave.  I only have just so much for personal per day.  And a trim and shower will be it.  Thankfully I don't have to shave my legs.  That has to be a major time sink.

Beside dishes?  Beginning to sort through boxes, here and there.  Perhaps bringing some down from upstairs, which have already been sorted.  Get a near load ready to go.  For the next dumpster drop... next week.  Having the pickups a week apart is a bit of a pain, but it might work out in that it offers a steady rhythm I should be able to manage, and limits the costs.  More on rent, but then I don't try to break myself getting it full and emptied.  I think this works best.

Yes, it begins.  Plus, the more I do, and can do, the less I have to pay to have done.  Between this and that, I have a new game.  Oh, I know.  Gaming can eat me alive.  The thing with gaming, if you can gain control, is to take breaks.  It is on breaks, often, when something that is beating you over the head might make sense, or you think of another way, path, or method... or three.  So, taking time off play to work is as good as the obverse.  Reverse?  Both?  Shut it.  :)

But, I would like food.  If the chops are frozen, I'll have to figure something else out.  Beside not having enough fat, I am not getting enough simple volume.  Fiber helps, but not if it is the majority of what you are eating.  Fiber only helps if the bulk of your food, no pun intended, is not fiber.  Fiber needs to act on something.  My guts, anyway, need to be chewing on something to then bother with fiber.  I've... noticed.  Lately, simply not enough real food.  Hmm... I have bratwursts thawing.  If they aren't quite ready, I could put them in a dishpan of very hot water and give them an hour.  That works.  I need food!

I'll probably, later, get out and turn off the lantern and pull waterers.  Say in two hours?  Then have everything reset for tomorrow.  Just... to be ahead for once in some time.  It's been tough lately.  The cold, dark, and else.  But it is starting to brighten, earlier, longer, better, warmer.  And some other hopes are becoming potentials.  Carpe Sulum Diem.  Sulum, I tell you.  Amen.  And, later.