A few starters.

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Feeling cool, cold.  So, a housecoat, on top of longjohns, heavy pj bottoms, a tshirt, shoes and socks.  Yea, it's... getting cooler.  Sassy was fed.  I was going to clear her litter, for the first time, but she wanted to use it.  So I went on to other things.  Fed her just before, as these things work out.

Dishes were put up, every last one.  Finally, most things have a place, their own place, or close enough.  A fatted coffee was started.  And, with the freezertop open, again, I put the r.o. back on it, and to work.  I have two to three half gallon jugs to fill, for certain.  Then, like to have the carafe with some in it and the reservoir full.  With clearing, cleaning, then dishes, I've fallen behind on that.  I'll have the jugs filled in no time.  I like having some chilled, and some room temperature.  Room temp is usually used to fill the coffee pot, or even cook with.  Though, sometimes, it tempers the cooler water from the fridge, for drinking.  Not perfect, but there is thought involved.

Now, breakfast is being made.  When I go out that way, I'll clear the litter boxes, wash up, and finish breakfast then eat.  Having a fatted coffee now.  Needed something warm, warming.  The temp has jumped in the hour or so since last checking, from that 41 up to 55 in a hurry.  All good.

I'll see, too, when I am out there, if I can find my thicker, leather, work gloves.  May need those when working on pulling the fencing.  Well, and working with wood.  Sometimes it is pretty brutal on the hands if I don't.  Sometimes I can do it without a scratch.  The next time it looks like I put meat on my hands, and stuck it in with a box of starving kittens.

There is a lot more work under the skin, than even what I am proposing out there.  First, to pull the little stack I have, maybe weed whip in there again, then put a few cinder blocks I have obtained into place, restack the old.  Then... I have a stack of cut down branches, which need to be processed a bit more.  Plus, huge branches, the size of some smaller trees, to be cut to the cut down branches, to be moved over to where the others were, to be processed as well, the rest of the way down.  Ugh.

And... that is just one of the jobs.  Weed whipping, beside under the pile when I move it, potentially, the more, I still have the front yard, and maybe other places.  The fencing is more straightforward, just more physically demanding.  Well, and getting the posts out may take a lot more work, and some sort of puller or lifter tool or mechanism, owned or developed for the project.

Laundry is easy.  Oh, while out checking on breakfast, I'll start the load I have set up.  Two more loads to go.  I did check the laundry, again, recently.  Still feels a bit damp.  So... it's just not ready.  Feeling a bit sore, mostly muscles at this point... now that I have the housecoat on, and warming me a bit.

It looks like it could turn out to be another good day.  I always wonder why I couldn't do this yesterday, or a week ago.  Why I can't do this every day, or nearly.  And, while it seems like a choice thing, it really isn't.  Some days I can only crawl to a chair, and be glad I am not still sleeping.  Medicine has made that possible, nearly every day.  But no more.  Anything else IS extra.  Every day I get to work is a gift.  But, like with real gifts, are rarities, given on special holidays, birthdays, and special occasions or chance operations once in a great while.

Well... to check on breakfast, start laundry, sort out the litter boxes, and... continue a becoming busy, successful morning.  Later.