How could you do that!

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I heard that almost immediately after posting a certain post, recently.  It horrified some.  Others did laugh, but cautiously.  As if, maybe, I was going to yank a rug right as they were letting loose.  Was I secretly angry, and about to rip into anyone who dared?  Even now, there are... doubts.  Most people have such thin skin.  I... don't.  And, what is funny, is... well... funny.  Oh, and those who have been laughing behind my back?  Can't laugh.  Odd how hatred can be slaughtered by humility.

Up, around 16:30?

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Something like that.  Dressed, if just in pj's, with typical winter underclothing.  I checked the ducks.  It wasn't dark enough to get them in, their food and water is good.  And they were all there.  It's been about an hour and an half, as I have been trying to wake.  I reset the dishes set to rinse last night.  Gave the girls a few treats, to get them through to dinner in an hour or so.  Or they do... mean things.

A bit of looking around.  It's a Sunday, so news is... light, speculative, ongoing.

I am hoping to put the drying dishes away, start a load of laundry, shave, fry the ground meats, have a spot to eat as I feed the girls... roast pork?  No, I think a chicken thigh tonight, a bigger one.  They are getting smaller, but I don't mind that.  Drummies, on the other hand... there wasn't much to shave in downsizing.  I am heading back into keto, but getting there takes a bit.

Two fatted coffees, yesterday.  I am really hitting the fats, if still attempting a modicum of fashionable control.  I just... initially I always need a ton of fats to get going.  But can't quite remember the curves that allow for so high a percentage of fat, nor am I initially absolutely able to tolerate that much fat.  It's... a messy time in the keto process.  If things go a bit sideways, extra carbs really are needed.  I have muscled through, but it... really doesn't work well.  As with quitting tobacco, it took two or three levels of the patch, and a month or three.  Plus, I kept the lower levels of the patch for six months?  Just knowing they were there helped.  I had an alternative to cigarettes, pipe, cigar, and snuff.

At least keto doesn't take as long.  I am guessing, to get fully fat burning it takes about a month, perhaps two months if I slip a few times initially.  Too much protein is a slip.  I need to get to the grocery store, though.  To get lettuce, more cabbage, and a few other fresh vegetables and fruits.  I think avocado is a fruit?  While fruits, in volume, save avocado, aren't the best, a few raw fresh grapefruit, or such, a few times a week, is good.  But mostly, fresh veggies, some meat, and as much fat as I can pump in... on a curve from a split of fat to protein, to a 90% fat, and as much as I need, until that lack of hunger, or even taste, occurs.  That's the hump that needs to be reached and overcome.  Consider it the fasting equivalent of Wednesday.  Thankfully, if you do it right, it's not every week!

Yea.  It'll come around.  Oh, as well, if I can get the other things going, I'll hit the cages.  The first part is to fit the first cage together, as well, set up the second floor in the cage, and create a partition.  Next is to resize the remaining three sides.  If the construction of the first cage went rather well?  Then I may just put the second cage together, and then start on the smaller cages.  Ugh.  I have some hope I can do some of that tonight.  At least the first cage together, perhaps with partition, second story, and tops hinged in.

Maybe.  Maybe.  Later.

Oh, right, and... yes.

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Mostly.  The pork roast and chicken are done.  Cooling, probably cool enough, to then be ziplocked and put in the refrigerator.  A shower was taken.  Laundry was at least parked in the wash room.  The girls have been tended.  I... am so terribly done.  But it is so late!  I want to stay up until dawn, and some change, to let the ducks out.  I have been letting them out later in the day, recently, which just isn't fair.  Even with water and food in there... if they have to peck through some ice... it's not like getting a whole day to search, peck, hunt, and enjoy the wind.

Oh, I best put the last dishes in for a soak.  I won't be able to do those yet tonight... nothing left in me to do more than maybe the ducks.  But, I would like to rinse, then reset that tomorrow.  I am hoping for another shower as well.  Lord knows, I miss those something awful.  Wouldn't surprise me if the neighbors can smell me across the lot, sometimes.

While it is terrible, at least being a guy means it... doesn't wreck my systems and such.  That, and standing to pee... and a few other things... make life good this way.  No matter hallucinations, then or when, reality is what it is.  Besides, who would want different.  Even women, feminists, want to be men.  Denial is... funny.  Trust me.  Anyway...

Oh, I did have a bit of the roast.  Quite good.  I have the drippings from the chicken and roast, and hope to try to make a gravy with it, when I wake.  Hmm, was considering how to save that, in the pot, in the fridge.  Not that much room.  Then it hit me, like a pizza pie in the eye?  Well, maybe not that.  But like a bolt... that... that...  I can just pour the drippings off, into a smaller container, and make gravy tomorrow.  I love gravy, just don't know how to make it.  Keto gravy, at that.  I'm almost excited.  There is enough drippings that I could make a few mistakes, or use several recipes, and have enough for various tries.  I like it thick, meaty, maybe slightly smoky, and... good to eat!

I best put the meats and drippings up.  Then check on the sun.  I really, really, want to go to bed.  I just... want to do right by the ducks.  I do like the critters.  They are friends, for my part.  Like... some of you. 

Moving right along.

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It is getting late.  Dishes... everything that was soapy has been washed through to rinsing, drying, and set out to air dry.  With that done, the shower is open.  So, next, either cooking will go forward, or a shower first.  Hmm.  I forgot to set an alarm for this turn...  I'll set it for forty five minutes...  I think I'll try to get the dishes away, which are drying.  Then, after the shower, if that is the first or if cooking and showering happen at nearly the same time, put the mostly rinsed dishes in for one last fresh rinse.

As I am cooking... baking really... I will get that last batch of dishes out, towel dried, then put up.  I'm getting a kink in my neck and shoulders.  I think I have a few more tasks in me anyway.  Plus, I will sleep a lot better with these things out of the way.  There is still, actually, much that is hoped to be done.  I am not sure I will have the time or energy.

What?  Oh, dishes, baking the roast, brining then backing chicken in with the roast, frying meat crumble... getting a shower.  And, perhaps, either a load of laundry, or at least setting that up for tomorrow.  That would leave, mostly, trash and cages tomorrow.  I am sort of... digging my way out... doing what I can do, but pushing the boundaries.  As long as there is no collapse, I am thinking... with food cooked for the week... along with a bit of shopping... I should be able to focus just on cages, plus some business.

Getting a few things done.

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Dishes.  Not all of them.  Everything HAS been hit, washed at least once.  Plus, the cast iron pieces are cleaned and dried, ready to use.  Plus, meat that was thawing is finished.  I had wanted to grill, but... too smoky.  I'm just not in the mood for smoky food.  Actually, the chicken grilled the other day is too smoky for me to eat.  I just... can't.  It wasn't grilled all that long, if too long it seems.

All dishes not finished were reset, for a final wash.  I am, and am able to, use a timer to get things done.  I've tried it before, recently, often, it just hasn't worked.  Tonight is the night!  Anyway, there is another half hour before I will hit again, then rinse, and finally towel dry then put up the dishes for an air dry.  At that time, I am hoping to have enough energy to begin roasting the pork, setting up a new batch of chicken to be roasted with the pork roast... but after brining for an hour, and later perhaps doing more ground meat crumble for throughout the week.

Anything else tonight?  Doubtful.  Maybe.  I am not sure I will get to the burger.  Oh, but a shower.  I will get a shower if I have to pound my head into a door.  I... need a shower.  Badly needed.  I... it... hasn't happened in a while.  Ugh.  Being so close to death, sometimes, makes regular things nigh on impossible.  I'll keep at it, do, as I can.

Oh, a fear has been... allayed?  Sort of.  I had... begun balking at keto, and dieting altogether, after seeing that, with an app, I could be seriously successful.  Oh, there will be ups and downs.  Failures.  Frustration.  But!  Success is quite possible with said device and focus.  Calories have to be counted, after becoming fat acclimated... where my body begins consuming fat instead of carbs.

The trick, of course, is to become fat burning.  To that end I have to consume fairly heavy fats, initially.  Way over calorie deficit.  As well, carbs have to be cut.  While my particular situation allows for 25~30 carbs a day, the initial... and even typical... goal is to cut far below that.  For a week, two?  Until ketosis is entered and deeply enough to be functional.  The pee strips aren't great, once in ketosis, but are excellent for knowing when it is hit, and getting to the level I need.  After becoming fat burning, ketones are what is burned, so they will no longer show up on the strips.  But that also means adding electrolytes, at least occasionally.

Urhm?

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Such... strange things.  Enjoy, or else.

Dreams.

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Have you ever dreamed you were all the main characters, good and bad, in some extended movie-like dream?

At first I didn't quite catch the meaning, until it was impossible to miss.

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So slow.  I did get the dishes put up, and a few pans and a dishpan... used to thaw meats... set to hot soapy water.  I just got the grill going.  A few more chops.  Those were quite good, wanted a few more.  It is 15 F out there, and I was... quite comfortable in my center strap house shoes, without socks.  A solid airflow, from north to south as well.  Meh, I was raised in Iowa.

After dinner, I still hope to get a shower.  So I may do the dishes, give the pans a first wash, while the grill is heating.  After a shower, I'll get everything back in for more.  I am also hoping to get the dishes to be rinsed, dried and put out on the freezer.  This time, hopefully, to be put away much sooner.  Tomorrow.  Hoped.  As to laundry?  I am waiting to take a shower, to put my current clothing in with whatever else.

Slow.  Maybe not all of it.  I will do what I can.  Later.  Perhaps.

So very stuck.

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Sleeping many hours each day.  Perhaps a bit more each day?  I can't be sure about the latter.  The former is certain.  Sixteen to eighteen hours of sleep a day?  Twelve?  Worse, when I wake, there is little I can do.  I sit.  I wander the web, just looking for information, perhaps research curiosities, listen to music, or watch videos.

I have gotten up, and started on things.  I find myself, almost inexplicably, back in my chair, looking through the internet.  I do eat, sometimes.  Whatever is easy enough to make.  Low hanging fruits are not the best fruits.  At some point, this point, food is food.  At least I haven't been tempted by cat food!  Or duck food, for that matter.

Tired, foggy, sometimes sore... bleeding noses, if not too terribly... and more.  I keep trying to figure a way through.  I did, finally, get the dishes and else removed from the freezer.  I am now hoping to get a shower, get the dishes reset for rinsing and wash a few dishes on the side.  Then clear out a majority of that tonight.  Laundry?  I... I keep thinking about that.  I am not sure I have enough for a load, but... I suspect so.

Not much else, probably.  But, that handled, and a shower early tomorrow... early as relative to my waking time... then perhaps back to the cages.  One cage installed, one cage at least set by parts, and perhaps a couple of smaller cages which could have shelves built and be set in, plus cages to be bought near the first, could work well.  That would give me four cages on my own, with a divider in the big one, plus one big and perhaps several smaller cages on the side, but definitely a bigger one.  That would provide room, and a start.  Three or four more cages would be superior though.  I... think I can, somehow.

Hey.  Want to help?  Prayers.  A single or several.  Just to get me going.  All good.  I have been praying for... weeks?  months?  Just on this matter.  It seems I may need a more prayers.  It beats swinging a hammer and elsewise working up a sweat in the cold... for your part.  I am happy to do so, if I just could!  Ugh.  Lend a prayer, and I'll... push a bit harder.  Meh, don't worry, death isn't a worry.  Even should it happen, it's... not bad.  I know where I am aiming to go.  Still, I'll do as I may, to the good and right, while I wait around for that time.

Later.

Nothing fancy.

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Certainly not a traditional Thanksgiving meal.  I wasn't sure there would be a meal.  Tired.  Too tired to cook, mostly.  But... there was the grill.  Brats, chicken thighs, and two pork chops were thawed.  The brats, however, smelled... bad?  But the chicken wasn't.  So I had to... smell, then taste.  Okay, it wasn't bad, as in no good.  But the flavor was... off.  Ah!  Beer.  I never get beer.  Must have made a mistake in ordering.  Yea, it tasted like stale beer.  Won't get that kind again.  Oh... I've had enough beer to know that taste.  Not that stale beer was ever the goal, it's... just... something that can, over decades of consumption, somehow or other become known... and hated.

I won't eat those brats.  Not that they will bring me back to drinking.  There was no alcohol left, from what I could tell... not even that near beer thing one can get.  Nope.  It... well... stale beer should be a despised flavor for any and all.  I can't even see an alcoholic going for that?  I wasn't, technically, an alcoholic.  Or... not the kind most would know, be familiar regarding.  My form was, once in a while, if I drank a little?  I couldn't stop.  And I could drink vast portions.  As mentioned, a fifth of Yukon Jack, a fifth of vodka, and a case of beer, in eight hours.  Waking to a slightly dry morning, sometimes a bit groggy, sometimes quite thirsty, sometimes with an headache...  but nothing, actually, unusual.  No to stale beer brats!

The chicken was good.  The chops I had first, with corn.  It was... something, anyway.  And it was plenty.  Two thinner but t-bone chops, a chicken thigh, and corn with butter.  Good enough.  Almost too much.  Ah... carbs will do that.  Oddly, carbs are almost my form of alcohol.  I get that flush, and a bit of a rush, then I begin to burn down.  Odd that.  But, now I know why heavy carb eaters are more susceptible to alcoholism.  Yea.

I mostly drink tea, lately.  Even fatted coffee is becoming rare.  It's... almost too much.  I do so little work, or even activity, that calories need to be cut.  Even so, I don't lose weight.  Two to four gallons a day, with a generally keto sweetener.  It's what I can do.  If I can go without sweetener, from time to time, I do.  But that dries my mouth out so terribly, usually, and throat, that I just don't push it.  One or two half gallon portions a day, at most.

I did call my mother, early enough.  It was a good call.  A good day.  She and her guy had a full traditional Thanksgiving meal, in spite of it just being those two.  I'm always glad to hear that.  A bit jealous, but in the best way... without begrudging.  I thought about calling my brother, but... will wait.  I sent an email to some I consider family.  Didn't want to interfere there, either.  I may call my brother tomorrow.  And the other.  Or... well... maybe.

Anyway... just a, possibly, final post.  As for gratitude?  You bet.  Even in failure, even with less, even while not being able to get going, I... a grateful for more than you can imagine.  I have been given the opportunity to find the path to heaven.  To begin to know God.  I may not be able to do much about it, be He knows who I see most of my time consciously able.  I stay connected even in my sleep, so much so that I can pray right in my dreams.  Often it's the only place I can pray well, these days.  Grateful.

I honestly suspect, excluding an assassination, I have thirty years or more left.  Odd that.  So be it.  I will enjoy, here or there, in little or big ways.  May you as well, and remember it.  It's a... good deal.  Amen.

Hope you all have a happy Thanksgiving.

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Early.  Still, it's better than being late.

Remember the cranberry sauce and stuffing.

Not doing well.

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No pain, oddly.  No general suffering.  Sometimes mild body aches, headaches, and such.  Aspirin or advil seem to fix that.  I can't use aspirin as often as I would like... every other time.  A few doses in a row and I begin to have nose bleeds.  So, I... mix and match.  It's what I've got.  Sleep is good.  And, while not exhausted... or without the sensation... my ability to function is broken.

Even cooking meals is mostly beyond me.  Oh, but... I do have charcoal and lighter fluid.  I really need to thaw the right meats!  Yes, that... would help.  Such a simple thing, but I keep... losing track?  So difficult to just... remember to work.  Something is simply off.  I have turned up the heat, I dress warmly, I eat... something... probably often enough?  Not keto, but... food.

I have been keeping up on the cats and ducks.  But that is about as much as I have been able to do.

Oh, it looks like the bleeding from my hands is... partially... returning.  I had asked to be relieved of that, and have been.  Taking extra care has helped.  The wounds had almost completely disappeared.  Usually it starts with what looks like flaking skin, then it punctures, then they just become a general wound area... sometimes more bloody, sometimes scabbed.  One of the wounds could have been from work, but the other two spots not so much.  Nothing on my legs, or anywhere else, for the moment.  *sigh*

The hope is for a shower today.  And to find my cell phone.  The darned thing keeps disappearing.  I had hoped to call my mother today.  Perhaps my brother?  And perhaps send a text to a busy friend.  I had it upstairs, on my bed, last night.  I tossed it on the made bed, but couldn't find it when I was about to tuck in.

I ripped the bed apart when I woke.  Nowhere to be found.  I checked the most likely other places it could be, to no avail.  So far.  I really don't know where it would have been put.  I set it right on top of the bed, and am pretty sure I didn't move it after that.  Maybe, but if so, there is no recall.  Yea, there is more than just me in here.  Sometimes human, and stealing... but sometimes other... with it's own plans... or just plain ornery notions.  Ghosts?  Demonic?  Devilish?  A mix?  Things do get moved.  Believe as you wish.

Anyway... the hope is to do one more search for the phone, then get a shower in, then work on cages.  I have three sides to refit.  As well, if I can, I would like to start figuring out how to install the cage that has all parts ready.  If nothing else, perhaps use wood screws for the short term?  I still think, for the most part, my original idea will work, if I can get to it.  

I have simply been so out of it, foggy of mind, lost...  I keep thinking about it, hoping.  Today, perhaps.  Later.

She got it.

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She had to think, count her fingers and toes, and... sort through this and that.  But she got it.

No, nothing.

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I don't get it.  I'm doing everything, on my end, that I can think to do.  I simply can't get going.  It was cool out there, but the sun was up, out.  I woke early enough.  I did get the cats and ducks taken care of, and ate a meal or two.  I just couldn't do much.  Anything?  No pain.  More... drifting, of mind.  I keep planning, intending, even starting.  Then find myself back at the start.

There is tomorrow.

It is about time to put the ducks up.  Then feed the girls.  Perhaps fix some food for myself.  A shower, I hope.  Then, most likely, on to bed.  Early tonight, if I... can remember to do so.  Not really hungry, but... I'd like to eat.  It's the cooking that is in the way.  Well, and I am not sure I have much food to fix, easily?  Hmm, tuna and mac?  Maybe.  It's not the best, but it's... food.  It's about what I could make.

I would like to get the dishes put away, and fresh meat out to thaw for the week.  Chicken, ribs or some sort, and a roast or several pounds of various ground meats.  I like the mix.  Yea.  It would be... something... some things... a start for the week.  Trash out, but just one bag, and it has started freezing, so I'm not going to hump it to the curb.  Bleh.  Later... or good night.

A good, if strange, sleep.

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Down late.  I had trouble making it to 18:30, then couldn't go down until 23:30 to 00:30?  Something.  If I miss one window, another might not arrive for a while.  Sleep has been wonderful, since I have bedding sorted, washed, set up better, and am dressing a bit more warmly on top of it.  Fewer creaky aches, from cold knees, and else from cold feet or arms.  Life is better that way.

I don't know if you remember the struggle, relearning to sleep on the floor?  Oh, that was brutal.  But, it has proven well worth it.  I suppose, as we get older, learning or relearning things is... difficult.  Especially when a bit of comfort seems to be being surrendered.  Now, it is so comfortable to sleep on the floor.  Plus, waking and getting up keeps strength of some sort a bit more accessible.

The ducks were let out first thing.  I had to break a plate of ice, perhaps three quarters of an inch thick, and remove it from the pool this morning.  Even so, Thor hopped in for a bath this morning.  Henry, after.  Herc and several of the ladies bathed last night, but it was a lot warmer last night.  Those ducks have... brass clankers... with heaters in them.  :)

Since the breeds are separating, and slightly territorial, I am putting out two pans of food in the morning.  And, to get them out of the hutch quicker, I combine the food into one, at night, then cover the pan with food with the pan without food, so they can't eat.  But put that in with them, to keep mice out.  It mostly works.  As the muscovys eat mice, if they can see and catch them.  Yum!  Okay, not quite my idea of gourmet, but I am happy to let them do them.

The girls have had a snack.  Next I'll do their litter, then feed them more righteously.  Sassy is sitting on the back of my chair, letting me know... it's time.  Like a girlcat vulture!  Sam has yeowled.  Though, that might be because it is too cool?  Right.  I will turn the heat up, get their litter cleaned... been doing very well with that lately, then feed them canned food.  Makes them quite happy, and sleepy.

Oh, right, the night... inside of the pleasant sleep.  In music, as usual.  If the first one is too scary for you, the next two... one... should be okay.  The last one is... prophetic?  If you know fear and not faith, avoid the first and last.  Maybe.  Hmm... perhaps skip the music altogether.  Yeah, without faith, fear will eat you, and these will too.

A bit disappointing.

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Disappointing?  Well, no major work today.  Still, I tried every trick I thought might work, including more pain pills.  Which... did work.  It just didn't matter.  Too tired.  Other than that, it was a wonderful day.

Take what is given, even as you lay dying or being given laurels even on high.  Gladly.

Oh, but as I was resetting water for the feathered ones, I... thought I had gone cross-eyed.  I had to... look, count, and think... several times.  Things weren't adding up.  But, in my favor.  An extra duck?  Ah!?!  Impossible!  But, no, it's true.  Thor is back!  What is it with my critters.  Sassy has run away, sort of, twice.  One time for months.  Now one of my drakes skipped town, or my yard town, for weeks, if more likely a month, two?  Back.

They are bathing, in the fresh water, so I am letting them at it.  I'll put them in, if most likely they will go in on their own by then, an hour... an half of which remains.  Then I'll go out and shut it all down.  On to bed after.  Dark and cool, if not quite freezing, out.  Freezing?  Well, actually, maybe.  I sure tried to get going today.  Tomorrow.  I can't take Sunday off.  If I can work, I must.  God knows, I... have to work when I can.

Good evening, and night.  Sleep and dream well.  Amen.

I did what was possible.

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I, eventually, pulled every trick I knew to try... except a shower.  But, at the point I was, that would have been an energy sink.  I knew it wouldn't work.  Food, dressing warmly, more food, hot tea, contemplative and functional mental applications, warming the house, there may have been a few other things?  I'm beginning to fail, memory can go with it.

Oh, I even cheated.  Sometimes some things I am not supposed to consume can help.  Worth a shot.

I have been working on this since I woke.  I did stay up.  A nap?  I... lost cohesion... couldn't think that through, get to it.  I... have doubts it would have just been a nap.  As well, even a nap at noon, which wouldn't have been possible... couldn't sleep... would have made putting the ducks away in a timely manner unlikely.  Actually, I will be trying to stay awake long enough to do just that.

I will go out, probably, and check their water.  It's been rather cool today.  The sun is up, out, but not doing much.  They say winter isn't here.  I say... yeah... it's here.  It's been here for a while.  Mild, so far, but here.  Thirty degree days, often enough.  And it seems so much darker, already, than usual.  Summer was, mostly, fall or spring.  Fall is already pretty much winter.  Hoping for a gentle winter, but that might not happen.  I can't see, but I have seen.  Hope might be just that.

Well, wish me luck making it to dusk.  Later.

A tough day.

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No idea why.  Getting going is murder.  It just isn't happening.  Hot coffee, warm clothes, a bit to eat, warmed house... what other trick(s) am I missing?  

I did get the girls and ducks managed.  I have taken care of myself as well as possible.  I have been engaging my brain, in order to waken more solidly.  I have been contemplative, and active, sometimes at the same time.  But it just isn't working!  I don't know what to do, how to push.  The sun is out.  Hmm... it was rather cool t his morning.  Perhaps that is seeping in.

I do feel extra cool.  I... have a plan.  If, too, it might crash my system.  Will know, soon.  Either later, or if I crash... which is looking more probably than not anyway... then much later!

A very good sleep and wake.

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Oh, a little rough.  I don't think it will, typically, get better.  This is as good of a morning as I will get for the rest of my life.  Perhaps a terribly exceptional day, once or twice a year?  One can hope.  Advil before bed, a shower, a freshly made bed, and with warm pj's and else.  It all lead to a very good sleep and a reasonable wake.  So much work for such a small reward, if the options can be far worse.

The ducks are out and fed.  The girls have gotten a snack, and their litter has been cleaned.  Teeth brushed, and a bite for breakfast, but just a bit.  Now to wake.  I am hoping to get out to it by noon.  The first objective is shortening the front and edges of the second cage, and what ever else adjustments are required.  then, maybe, creating a platform upon which that can be set.

Towels have been washed, and are just waiting to be dealt with.  I think that is it for laundry, if folding remains.  A lot of folding.  Dishes will be started as I am going out to work on the cages.  Ugh... I keep failing to get those done.  But I mostly keep them... ready.  Water isn't allowed to sit in with them, which fouls rather quickly, requiring a rewash.  I will put the other dishes away, finally, today... as I need to get meat out and thawing for the week.  Chicken, ribs, and various ground meats.

Who knows, but I think, even with a single short work period each day, I could have the cages together in just a few days.  Getting so close... with some successes behind me.  Keeping food available, and not clogging up food prep and cleaning needs is part of the trick.  I'll keep at it until it is done.  I am hoping in just a few days.  Two sessions today might well see the second cage all fitted, and the first cage actually installed.  Maybe.  Later.

It took a bit.

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Between digestion and exhaustion, my world came to a very fast slowing down.  I... kept thinking about a shower.  Finally got one.  Now to dry off.  While upstairs getting some things, I took up the blankets and made the bed.  I keep trying to make it so that it will last being slept in by a giant just a bit longer.  Will know if this new plan worked soon.  Hey, I am of an engineering sort.  It isn't so much that failure isn't an option.  It's... actually guaranteed.  The only real question is... when!  I like pushing that limit.

Pain is back.  Harsh.  Headache, neckache, and other stuff.  To the point of nausea.  Not a migraine.  A wall-to-wall deep, solid, pulse of pain.  With kinks in the neck and shoulders.  Sometimes moving will cause those to sparkled, though doing nothing... they still send piercing pains from time to time.  Hmm, must be a nerve thing?  All good, it'll go in the basket for those in purgatory.  Trust me, they'll appreciate it.  I try to focus on the ones who have no other.  Those who have prayers being said for them, even masses done for their needs, need nothing from me.  I was alone... in there.  No prayers would be said, no masses.  Stuck... as here, or quite like it.  It does make me wonder, from time to time.

I do need to dry off a bit.  The ducks are up, the girls are fed.  I cleaned their pans twice today.  Refreshed their water.  A thing every time I shower, or every few days... whichever comes first.  Oh, I am making another pot of tea, and will make a final one.  Keeping up on my cold tea consumption is a bear.  Drinking up to three gallons a day, if usually more like two, yea... it takes a lot of work.  Especially with my reverse osmossis filling to slowly.  I really need to arrange that better.

Tomorrow, it is on to the other cage.  I'll do that as long as I can.  I figure I can get the three pieces in one go, but... maybe only two.  If I have energy after that, I will go to the outbuilding and tinker with blocks of remnants, to see about fitting and arranging the first cage.  It is possible to get one in and the other finished if only by parts.  I'll... keep at it.