Right at 19:00?

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Must have been.  Perhaps an half hour before, if I was moving slower than I think?  Maybe.  No later and probably no earlier.  Up.  I tried on some sandals which arrived.  Two pair, to compare.  Three tightening bands, mostly for indoor shoes, a replacement of those horrible plastic flip-flops.  Well, they... served their purpose.  I just wasn't able to replace them, until now.  Actually, I think I will keep both pair, and maybe purchase a few more... for storage/backup.

First thing, chores.  Done and done.  The critters are a lot more pleasant, when their feed and water is regular, regulated, and enough.  It is how I prefer it, not always absolutely possible.  But, lately, and usually, working like a charm.  Momma bunny still hasn't popped.  It's going on 39 days.  Not... sure why she isn't laying, or even tufting fur, in the cage or kit box.  But, she isn't pooping in there, either.  There is room for her to get in, I just don't understand!

I hit the cat litter, too.  Sam wanted out, and wanted to stay out.  I didn't want to feed her outdoors because I know she will be just a bit.  I also need to fetch them fresh water, and get water to refresh the waterers.  Oh, and I need to get that mouse trap working again.  The little louts!  They have learned to hide from the ducks, at least.

It is down to 72, or was when I was out.  Probably cooling quickly?  I hope it doesn't drop into the 30s again tonight.  That may have just been a fluke, something passing through, and quickly.  As it was up to 62 by 09:30 or so, when I was out for morning chores.  Humidity reads 43%, which seems high.  But there is... something, from somewhere.  And I think the fires are pushing moisture our way, away from their areas?  Who knows... odd, is all I am saying.

Tonight?  Back to the bathroom.  But, getting really close.  I may finish the dishes in their, after sweeping.  Mop, let the bleach solution dry, rinse.  When that dries, shower, then hit it with the other stuff.  Not... products to be mixed.  But, when dried and rinsed, it should be fine.  Should be.

Dinner is warming.  It will be an hour or two after that before I work again.  Sweeping, first.  Then dishes.  Then mopping?  Yeah.  I... I think I can.  Oh, I may clean the porcelain column holding up the sink, and the toilet, after sweeping.  THEN, do dishes and mop.  Should I do the mirror in there, too?  Yes.  Yes, I think so...  So... sweeping, column, toilet (the body of it, outside, the inside is quite clean, mostly dusty), mirror, then dishes, and mopping, rinsing, and a shower.  That... is the plan.  Ugh.

Later. 

Not as much as hoped.

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A shower, forgot the trim.  Dishes in, after, but that will be it.  Two loads.  There is space for the mop and caddy, when I go to do that, assuming I haven't finished the dishes.  I didn't sweep, I obviously won't mop.  I am clean, dressed in case someone dropped by, but I am about to go to bed.  Just... getting ready.  It takes a while, sometimes.

I'll have a bottle of water, look things over online one more time, then go on to bed.  I'll take the water with, and finish it on medicine.  I've been keeping up, so far.  I took the medset upstairs, it needs refilled.  Maybe when I wake?  I need to find luggage, and get that up there.  A good thing to work on when just waking, or going to bed, but only one project a time, and not every time.  Just... try to do little things as I go to sleep or wake, every other day, or so.

Good day and night.

Almost... there.

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Nothing extra.  I have finished the dishes which were soaking.  Not all of the dishes were soaking, not even all the dishes were in there.  But, what was in there were finished, washed twice, rinsed, dried by towel, then set out to finish air drying.  And the wash tubs were cleaned, allowed a bit of drying time, then stacked out of the shower.

Chores, too, were finished.  It has warmed quite a bit, or seems to have.  Rabbits and ducks, watered and fed.  Cats will get a bite, soon, and their litter tended.  I did that last night, but it needs it again.  As well, a shower, before I go to bed.  But I will have to stay awake for another hour, after the shower.  So be it.  I just hate going to bed with a wet body, and head.  I may be keeping my beard, but I may trim certain areas.  Just cleaning the edge, really.

Not a bad night.  Sure, I didn't... oh, as I am going to bed, I may mop in there... a first go... and just let it dry as I sleep.  But, I didn't get two cleanings in there.  And I didn't get all the dishes, even just those in there, finished.  And I didn't touch the boxes, or get more from around the house gathered.  I did do what I could do, and a bit more than I thought, when it hit me, was going to get done.

Yea, best get the litter tended, cats fed, and a trim, and then a shower.  I will put what dishes remain in there, as well, to a soak.  I think two smaller loads will be it for in there.  Leaving room for the mop and bucket.  Then finish by actually mopping.  Hmm... it may need swept, again, first though.  Yes, yes that last.  Then the rest of it will go forward.  Good... day, and night.

Dinner was reasonably good.

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It sure got cold fast.  A bed of cold lettuce, I suppose, was part of it.  Still hungry.  I gave it a good hour, to do it's thing.  Means I need more?  I have something else in the works.  The nice thing about beef crumble is it is good for a thousand and one dishes, fast or slow.

Still hoping to hit the dishes, get a shower, and mop the floor.  It may yet happen.

I went out, the check the temperature this morning.  It was 36 degrees!  I about froze delicate parts off.  Wasn't quite expecting that.  It was 78, inside, at least in the front room, yesterday!  Quite a precipitous drop.  Wow. what a hit.  It seems to be hitting early.  Though it could be a fluke.  Those happen too.  Though it has been a cooler summer.  We did get two months of heat, rather than one last year.  And we got hit pretty hard, and for a goodly spell from time to time.  Still, it's... cooler.

My friend may be back, from his trip.  Very good.  I am hoping to get a hand from him, or his brother, soon.  Mostly with the hutches, getting them rearranged.  Well, and the water heater.  Bleh.  For pay, of course.  If he has the time.  Oh, well, and I may show him what, in Minecraft, I have done with the place.  And I have a few things to show, maybe show off.  He has at least one of the items, maybe both.  But I have some extras with one of my new tools.  Nothing fancy, but... new for me.

I just finished the second dinner.  It'll be a bit before I can get going.  But I'd like to be awake until nine or ten, for morning chores.  When it is colder, a cold snap, I try to give them a little more time in the morning.  To get going, wake up.  And, possibly, to let it warm up.  Even in the winter, I try to feed a bit later in the day.  It just work better.

Later.

Goodie.

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Getting there.  I did finish those pots and pans.  Started the hamburger.  Started the other dishes.  Couldn't do everything at once, tried though.  Almost started in on the bathroom hall while at it.  But, yeah, no.  When the burger is finished, dinner.  I think the salad may still be good for one last meal.  A base of salad, burger on that, and shredded cheese on top of all that.

I really think, possibly, I will finish the dishes in there, get a shower, set the next batch of dishes up, and then mop yet today.  A rinse?  More dishes?  I don't know about much else, but... that may well get done.  I always think more is possible.  Even if I could work as hard and long as I would like, I still couldn't do everything planned.  No one could, probably.

Very good to be at it.  Even if I feel like I am slogging through.  I definitely need breaks.  But I am working well.  It will all be there tomorrow.  And, I think, as I acclimate to medicine again I will be at it tomorrow.  To have a perfectly clean bathroom, or as close as I can do, will be nice.  Then to keep it up, and clear a bit more in here, before I go.  Boxes, and maybe part or all of the kitchen.  Counters at least, and dishes.

I need to hit it, not sure when mom will be going home.  She thinks, maybe, that it will be at least a week.  But... I don't think doctors really keep her in the loop.  For them, it's how much they can get out of medicare and medicade, not about her at all, I suspect.  Up to some point.  And that they aren't going to tell her or... they will just let her stay until they don't, I suppose.  So, I best hurry.

And, I want to get the rabbit hutches moved, creating a minor cloister for them.  And get the other cage up and in, and sorted.  Ugh.  But so much to do, and I can only work just so fast.  Plus only so long, and only when possible.  There is the near dinner bell.  Might not be ready yet, but best check.  Later.

Murder lot of work.

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Those pots and pans, the few I started with, took a lot of work.  I think I finally have them beat.  They had gotten tacky, that was difficult to get off.  Actually, anything left in them was the easy part.  That all of it, came out with the first soak and a good scrub.  Not so the tacky, I think, oil, somehow almost cooked on.

As I said, nearly done.  Just letting them rinse, while I take a breather.  I hit them twice, in a row, this last shot.  And with new stuff.  Sometimes dish soap doesn't cut it.  I have a degreaser which is made for industrial, but it generally safe.  I wouldn't drink it, but I would cook off what it has cleaned.  I... didn't buy it blindly, if I... can still be wrong.

And, with the freezer ready, some will be dried and left to further air dry.  While one will be used to fry the burger, probably a smaller stock pot.  As well, I have one other batch of dishes.  I will do those, until they are done, then take a shower.  Hopefully right before having a meal.  Then I will put the rest of the dishes in, which should still leave room for the mop and caddy.  And I will sweep, one last time, in there.  Then mop, rinse, let dry.  Then maybe sweep again, and hit it with this other cleaner.  Yea, it works on floors too.  I am rather impressed what this all cleans.  And sanitizes.  And how well it cleans.  It was the only thing which would touch whatever backs into my sink.

Heck yea.  But a break.  I have been gaming between sessions.  And I have been able to hit it pretty hard, if not for very long.  Work, work, sit.  Hmm, sounds like a flat tire!  Or my heart.  I am hungry.  And I can't wait for the shower.  But... all things in their time.  Later.

Well, that went fast!

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Not... done.  Not even done to begin.  BUT... I got a good start.  Have to sit, but.

I cleared and cleaned the freezer top.  Then sorted pots and pans.  Yea, that... wasn't so fun, but it is done.  At least to this point.  I set up two small dishpans of dirty dishes, including pots and pans which might make cooking the burger a short task.  Then set up water for coffee or tea in a bit.

The dishes, especially pots and pans, may take quite a bit of work.  Steel wool, a chainmail patch, whatever will get it done.  I'll give it an hour, then hit it the first time.  It may take... a few shots.  Soaking with soap, very hot water, and then hit with anything I've got.  Then, when that is done, to cook the burger.

I'll want to further clear the stovetop, and clean that to the bare as well.  I can do that while giving the pots and pans and else their first and maybe second cleaning.  As well, in there, I will sweep the bathroom floor, and begin clearing the little hall, maybe working on the long hall.  Uhrm... if I hit anything, it will just be the bathroom hall area.

Ugh... too much to do, so little energy.  But... it has started, and a nice start to it, finally.  Now for some coffee, a bit of gaming, and setting the timer for an hour, hour and an half perhaps.  Later.

Chores.

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Done, almost as I finished writing?  Before?  I... can't remember.  But, finished right around that time.  Then the girls.  Their food and litter.  I think I even did get their water tended.  Popcorn, for dinner.  Rare, but it happens.  Not enough, or the right, food.  Planning on frying the burger.

Actually, getting to the frying is the next hurdle.  Hopefully I can get that done, then get on to the rest of dishes.  Probably just pulling them, so as to take a shower.  Then, put them back, get some of them started, and get back to the floor in there.  I keep trying.  And, so far, failing.  So tired.  Restarted meds, it killing me.

The warmth, of weather, is back.  It doesn't chase much past sun down, but it isn't getting cold, or even really cool, yet.  And for now, I am grateful for that.  I actually can handle the upper 70s to low 80s well.  I suspect much above 70 and I begin to imperceptibly slow down.  At 80, I'm not moving fast or well, but feel okay.  Much as when it cools.  When it hits, say, 50, I can really begin slowing.  The difference is, when it gets cooler, I can add clothes, layers, types of items, which keep me warmer.  With the trick being to stay warm without overheating... and needed to wash and change clothes more often, with sweat and else becoming an issue, in a different way, and in specific areas.

Yea.  This fall and winter I am hoping to manage my layering better.  To keep myself at a working temperature, healthier, and as fit as possible.  I would like to figure out how to do more, in the cold, than I can do in the heat.  But there will always be limits, especially as age catches up to health, doubling the saddlebagging of ill health.  Still... I'll... keeping doing what I can.

Someone, in a dream, asked me if combat requires strength, great strength.  They were questioning my capacity to war.  I had to laugh.  I asked them how many fights they had been in, or how much combat they had experienced.  Well, never, not yet, I was told.

Ah, that is the truth of it, I said.  One, or even seven to ten fights, and you might still believe strength is the main thing.  Dozens, scores, and... by then a real vet... you realize that combat and hand to hand only utilize strength to a degree.  Size does matter.  Reach, mass, a few other things come into play.  As with strength.

Further, with experience, lots of it, you realize agility, focus, knowing how to take and give pain, these are vastly more important.  I myself question my ability.  It has been a very long time.  I think the last time I smashed a human was in... the mid 1990s.  He struck me, three times in the back of the head, obviously from behind.  I turned, and even trying not to hurt him, put him in the hospital for a week or two... with three punches.

Still, that has been a very long time ago.  But, it had been... about that long since my last thrashing handed out, to some other foolish human.  Oh, he was about my size, if I had him by 50 pounds and an inch or two.  Still... comparable.  I was both, I suspect, born and developed the thrash.  Even so, age... may have dulled my skills.  But, as mentioned, strength isn't where it is at.  Having absolute strength superiority is good, but it won't do well against a tried and well experienced vet, cut loose to kill.

Oh, and if I am faced with such a strength, I won't... struggle... against that.  I will shatter his parts before he can finagle that against me.  I don't fight, anymore, if required.  I will, however, if possible, kill... if totally outclassed in some way.  If... I can.  And if I have no choice.  Don't... press luck, is what I suggested to So-and-who-zits.  

And, it... wasn't just the answer for the dream.

Anyway... on to something.  First to clear and clean a pan, and a space to cook.  Then, while cooking, opening up the tub for a shower, then eating.  And, finally, putting some dishes to soak and getting ready to hit the bathroom.  Oh... and opening up the freezer top.  Gah!  I can... hope.  Later.

Sleep was so needed!

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I had the ac on.  Sleeping at 75~76 yesterday busted my mackerels.  I don't sleep well, would even suggest it be called fevered sleep.  I don't get rested, I don't do well.  But, it... has been worse.  Last night helped with whatever was deficient from the night before, but it will take several nights to get back into trim.  Though part of that may be starting medicine.

I keep missing insulin.  But will work on that.  Oh, and last night, the water pills finally... made it all happen.  I drained between five and six liters.  The bad thing is, I did it so fast I began cramping.  It had to go, it really was becoming a problem.  It hampers thinking, so much extra fluid, it hampers physical activity, it develops exhaustion... it does a lot of bad things, and can kill all on it's own.  I am sure it kills some portion of those with bad hearts, especially if meds are missed.

I made my purchases, for the month, before the end of the month.  In case I have to fly quickly.  A fresh sleeping mat, for at my mom's.  As well, portions for my first aid kit.  While there, I want to have kit for any wounds.  Minor as they are, and how things are, I will tend wounds on her and myself quickly and rightly.

A few other things I wanted.  A few last things recently, which are still on the way.  But done with online for the month.  Most of that arrived today, and has been arranged, where particular things go... or mostly.  I have set a few things to be put up more specifically later.  But they are in the general area, it just... would take more fussing that I can, right now.  But, most of it is put up exactly.

I also called my mother, before bedtime, to let her know why my brother hasn't called.  She found out, herself, by doing as I did.  She called, and kept it brief.  She is sounding better.  And, that she called my brother was a good sign.  I kept it short, don't want to call her too often, she sours on that in short order.  *grins*  Fussy old hen!  But, I think, this time, she appreciated my effort.  It was a good, in her book... keeping her in the loop, or trying.  While it was, sort of, bad news... giving her news, I thought, would keep her mind active.  Nothing like being left out, behind, and such to slowly begin to fail.  Older women live on the details of lives.  Heck, middle aged men, with no life, do as well.  It is the stories, even true or waxed a bit, which hold the spice of life.  Spice IS life, I would say.  It's... the stories...

I am hoping to get back to work today.  Late (if early for me) chores first.  Then opening the freezer top, clearing and cleaning that to begin dishes.  Then to set dishes to soak, whole making room in the tub so as to deal with the mop, both rinsing and refilling the caddy, and then mopping.  I think I can, I think I can.

If I can do that, or maybe if I can't get that going, I would like to hit the boxes, tearing them down, collecting any finally lost box sheep and herding them to where they too can be broken down.  Those two things, plus chores, cats, and maybe a shower in there somewhere.  I want the bathroom exceptionally clean.  Then move to the hallways, clear and clean those.  Then the kitchen.

Plus, on the fringes, I want to start getting my kit ready to go.  It's no problem to have it ready, and waiting, for a few weeks.  Clothes don't go bad in luggage.  Nor will toiletries.  But... do these things, mainly, in the morning and at night as I go to bed.  I think I can, I think I can, I think...  I can?  I can.  Probably.

Good evening, day, and maybe for you, night.  Amen.

I thought it was Saturday already!

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Doing the overnight uptime thing can mess with perceptions.  You see Friday, sometime, but then think, maybe, that was yesterday.  No, no it isn't.  Easy to make the mistake the other way too.  Some things make sense for it.

Ducks and rabbits, fed and watered.  Cats fed and their litter cleaned.  I'll do their water this afternoon, when I do the ducks a second round.  No kits, but she isn't using the kit box as a litter box.  Yet.  Silly girl, taking her time.

Nothing fancy.  It is closing in on ten, and I am still awake.  But it is about that time.  Medicine was taken.  I have done what I can do.  Good night.

Just couldn't quite get to bed.

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While I couldn't get any more work done, I also could not sleep.  My mind was thinking of what to do, when, how.  It just wouldn't shut down.  The salad was still good.  I had two bratwursts remaining as well.  I heated those, sliced them, and added them to the salad.

I don't like the Newman's Best ranch as well as other ranches.  But it was the best, by ingredient list, I could find.  And inexpensive, oddly.  For dipping it doesn't do at all, though I would use it over other options.  But, on a salad proper, it is better.  Their italian dressing is really good though.  Not a complaint, just noting.  I used to the ranch.

A nice keto meal, possibly for tomorrow, will be cold cuts, wrapped around a teaspoon of cream cheese.  Say four to six of those.  Tasty and, in my case, pretty good for me.  Six?  Maybe eight.  Just one slice of meat, so...  Then frying burger into crumble.  If the salad will last just one more meal, that would work well together.  The meat spiced hot, and varied with else.  The meat will be the dressing.

If I can keep it together.  At this point I am trying to stay awake until I can do chores.

The best chicken I have ever made, or had?

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Grilled.  The last of it, from yesterday.  Refrigerated.  Pulled out just as I was about to cook it.  The grill was given just fifteen minutes to heat up, and it heated to a more moderate, medium high, than a fierce heat.  So I took my time with it.  Oh, before I put it on, I added salt, pepper, ground coriander, and onion and garlic powders.  Like a spice based shake-n-bake formula.

Then out to the grill.  She was cooking slowly.  The first flip I did after five, but after that, every seven minutes.  I flipped twice, then shut it down and let it steam in there for three minutes.  Then I gave it three minutes, I think, to cool down.  Sam had gone out, as I was bringing it in.  I let her stay out there until I was finished!  Oh, she was a bit hot, until she got a portion.

Done, through, to perfection.  And, yet, so very moist.  I hadn't marinaded or brined.  But the juice in this.  About the third one, as I was taking a bite, I got a huge shot of juice in the eye!  That part wasn't so great, but it was worth the flavor to have to work on that.  Amazing.  Oh, and the spice mix was to die for.  Just drumsticks, not a lot of meat on them.  How they got that juicy, I don't know.  But quite a meal.  You can pay good money and not get close to these.

It is about bedtime.  Very early.  I have been staying up until 08:00 to noon at least once.  I am going down at just nearing 02:30.  But, if it can help me work, I'll do it.  And, I think it can, will.  I'd like a bite yet, though.  Perhaps some salad.  If it is still good.  In any case, that $10 family salad, even if finished, has served me well... giving me three or five meals, alone.  Once with tuna, tonight again if it is still good.  It seemed expensive, but looked like plenty.  Had tomatoes, sliced cucumbers, and carrot bits, at least.  I added a pack of mushrooms, just raw.  Very nice.

Good night.

Going with instincts, against emotion.

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It's paying well.  It's what I usually do, if I have the capacity.  Not always able.

First, was calling my brother, calling my mother first.  Checking, exploring, even with a notion of hurt feelings.  I didn't want to call, didn't want to know, liked being angry?  Suspicious?  Beset?  Something like that.  Called anyway.  Cleared things up, at least to some degree.  Check.

Then, got to chores.  I've delayed, because moving a fifty pound bag of feed seemed too much.  It still seemed too much.  But, I did it anyway, hoping it wouldn't be.  It wore me out, but wasn't too much.  And, I feel much better for it.  Plus, all the animals are fed, watered, and up to snuff.  The maybe momma still hasn't spit out any little ones.  I am leaving the kit kennel in there one more day.  Then I will pull it for several days, and refresh it with fresh... something... and have it ready for in another day, or two.

Finally, just now, a tap on the door.  A package, delivered to the wrong address.  He could have kept it.  Unique name, too.  I'm a name collector.  A famous photographer, introduced to me by my last lady friend.  The woman had... tastes, good ones.  And a keen eye.

Anyway, I didn't want to answer the door.  I am... intimidated by the door.  Knocks at it.  At times.  But, having such good luck, lately, at pushing my luck, I answered.  And, glad I did.  It's a floor mattress for my trip home.  I'll have it, and a fresh smaller one.  I was worried, as it stated delivered but... I was, next, going to check the post office.  They have left things there before.  Thank you, very kindly, Ansel.

Hmm...  Having a rough time doing more.  But, there is hope.  It is about 78 out there.  A nice day, if I'd rather be slightly cooler, in here.  Here is to pushing luck, and keeping going even when it seems unlikely.  I do keep trying, but... I'm pushing everything, on top of restarting medicine.  So, maybe not today, or yet today.  I really think I will sweep and give it a first mop.  Later.

Hmm...

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Maybe not?  After speaking with my mother, perhaps my brother isn't up to anything.  Last time I spoke with her, she had suggested my brother was calling every other day.  Now, just a few days later, and more coherent, she says he only called frequently when she first went back.  So, yea, okay.

And, she is almost certain she is getting out.  That... doesn't mean she will.  It only means she still thinks she will be going home.  She asked me about my plans, I told her.  It is, as always, to be there when she gets home.  To be her part-time help.  No gaming systems, just Japanese lessons, card games we can play together, and maybe a board game, to help with her memory and such.

I haven't told her everything.  I am there, as much to help, as to evaluate.  If, in two weeks, she has improved enough to take back over, then good.  If not, I may spend another two weeks trying to get her back into the nursing home.  I don't want her floundering, and dying at home, needlessly.  She has to be able to take care of herself, take her medicine, and get on with the rest of her life.

I may spend another week or two there, either way.  And I will help her.  Fairly well, I think.  So much easier with two people, potentially.  By the sounds of it, they won't decide anything, there at the facility, for a while yet.  They are running physical therapy with her, though, and tiring her.  So, I think even they are planning on her going home.

Ugh.  I... just feel bad for my brother.  I would call...  Should I call?  They remain in my prayers.  I'm not sure... he wants to talk, right now?  A good time to talk, sometimes.  I'm not timid about sharing in someone's hurt, though neither do I wish to be a problem.  The balance, on some things, I am terrible with.  So... yes, I'll call.  If nothing else, I will leave a message of encouragement and concern.

Later.

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Oh my word!  On top of all his other problems, today was the day.  They pulled his bottom teeth.  His medicine, and general health issues, caused his teeth to go bad.  So, they pulled them all.  I don't know if they will be doing his tops, or if only his bottom teeth went wrong?  But... that... is quite enough.

He talked a bit, but was in such pain there wasn't much he could do.  I told him I will add this to my prayer concerns, and kept it very brief.  I am glad I called.  They have the in-laws, too, in poor health.  They have their health issues.  And this.  What a lug, I can be.  As tough as things can be, here, there are some who... when it rains, it pours.  If you wish to offer a prayer for him, and his family, I'd be grateful.

Brothers.  Can be annoying.  Right or wrong.

Up, but rather groggy.

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Some of it is restarting medicine.  The grogginess.  Some of it was that it was too warm, 76 up there.  I hadn't used the ac.  Well, and part of it, is I think I am waking with too little sleep.  The warmth was too much.  By the time I realized it, it had forced me awake.  I turned on the ac, it was too little too late.  So, awake I am, I suppose.  For now.

My mind was spinning.  The idea is to do chores, then mop the first time in the bathroom.  But... I really need to clear and clean the freezer top, for dishes, and get those started first.  Then do chores.  THEN, sweep, again, in there, then mop.  Sweeping, at this point, isn't much of a chore.  It's a seven by seven room!

Part of the reason I need the dishes started, is so that I make room to clean the mop, for a rinse.  There is, technically, room enough.  But I want more, and controlled, space.  I best get medicine in, too.  Restarting is tricky.

It's not even 15:00, waking around half til.  I may call my mother.  As time passes, and nothing is being relayed, I am assuming she is staying in the nursing home.  It's a done deal, and no one thought to let me know, beyond a doubt, that was the plan.  So be it.  I... doubt if she knows, yet?  Maybe.  Or maybe, she, like me, has begun to understand?

That... uncomplicates my life a bit.  But, it wasn't about my life.  And, maybe that is where she belongs, at this point.  I simply don't know. I'll call her, see how she is doing, and that is all.  I will continue with the house, and medicine, and all.  It just won't be in prep.  And, maybe, instead of helping her, I can help myself.

Coffee water should be ready.  Or tea today?  Later.

Not much, not fast.

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Starting medicine, full blast, was more than I could do and work.  But, it was necessary.  I am still pushing on, just not quite at the pace taken yesterday.  All good though.  It will happen.  It is happening.

A good meal.  Brats, with sauerkraut.  But I really wanted chicken.  I didn't want to bake, at that time, though.  Nor did I want leftovers which are too smoky to eat.  So?  So only cook what I was going to eat.  The rest was repackaged.  And easy solution, one a tired mind might not hit upon.  

It is 75 here, and I am freezing.  I'll have to put something extra on.

I had to go looking for cleaning solution, for the bathroom.  I found it and scrubbed the sink.  It really needed it.  I think something backs up, into that, from time to time.  Not many standard cleaners work.  I found something which does work.  I just can't always remember where I put it.  I thought I was keeping it under the sink.  I was right, after having looked elsewhere, not remembering immediately.  Sparkling.

I am hoping, yet tonight, to sweep again.  Then mop.  Then rinse.  As I said, I want to get that floor clean enough to eat off of, if... with no such intention.  I will get there, maybe even yet tonight.  As well, I need to clear and clean the freezer top.  I may do that first, actually.

Oh... a dream.  A casket, in a quiet, darker room.  Not unlit, more simply subdued as to lighting.  A few lights around, but more a few candles.  No one was there.  It was my casket, with me in it, if I couldn't see, I knew.  I don't know how I died.  No one visited.  I didn't mind.  I was... comfortable with the idea.  I don't need others, or life.  Or death, as the case is now.  Amen.

Well, on to something else.  Maybe the freezer top.  If that is finished, then starting a few pans of dishes.  Then back to gaming, though with a timer.  Good evening, or morning.  Later.

Up and going.

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Ducks, first thing.  In the evening, my morning, as with my nighttime, and their morning.  Plus I checked on the rabbits.  Just a short review.  The potential mother still hasn't kitted.  One more day without and I will pull the kit box.  Cats fed, fresh water brought in for them.  I still need to clear their litter.  I did it at bedtime, but like doing that two to three times a day.  Sam pees so very frequently.  I know it is her, for when she is outside, Sassy rarely uses the facilities.  Sam is rail thin, drinks very much and frequently.  So... I try to keep up on it.

Then I reviewed the bathroom.  Not a bad start.  While emptying the pee jug, I cleaned it and the toilet out.  I use bleach on those once or twice a week.  Watered the girls with fresh.  And am thinking about what next.  The real idea is to sweep one more time, then mop, rinse, clean more precisely, say with a toothbrush in areas, then mop and rinse one last time.  The sink will be washed first, actually.

As well, while I begin that, I will also begin with some of the  dishpans of dishes in the tub.  Just a few at a time, so I don't become overwhelmed.  But, before I start that, I want to clear and clean the freezer top.  It's nearly there, having to do that a few days ago to get meat into the freezer.  But it wasn't washed.  So... yea... do that probably first, then set dishes to go, then a general mopping, much tighter cleaning of the floor and etc, then a rinse and repeat.  Then reset the hamper and bathroom chair... after cleaning those if/as necessary.  A... start.

In there, as I get tired of the bathroom, I will hit boxes.  First, breaking down those in the living room.  Then finding any others anywhere else in the house, and taking those to the living room to finish with boxes... for a while.  After those two majors, then into the kitchen, proper, itself, for itself.  Not as a side gig while working in t he bathroom, as has been the odd case from time to time so far.

Ask, and you shall receive.

At some point, along with handling the litter, I will actually go account for the food and water of the rabbits.  The ones in the outbuilding have, at least water though probably food, but are low enough that the waterers need to be replaced.  And, with the expectant momma, I have extra water and food.  I turned two bunny apartments into one, and left the feed and water from the old second apartment.

So... yeah.  Oh, and I finally coaxed myself to sleep longer.  Waking after only six hours, especially having restarted medicine, and while working, is tight.  I pushed another three hours down.  So... all very good.  The meats have thawed.  I may bake chicken later tonight.  But, first, brats.  So easy, just grill.  Adding half a pack of sauerkraut.  Easy, keto, fast.  I would grill the chicken, but that really is too smoky.  The first night, while warm/hot, it is good.  But once cooled, then reheated, it smells and tastes far too smoky... for my tastes.  I may, also, fry the burger, into crumble, for taco salads and whatever else might cross my mind, keto or not sometimes.

Well, there is that.  I'll probably clear litter, and either take my break or finish chores and call it good.  Then set the timer for an hour or probably two, at which time a work session starts.  I don't count chores as a work session, but I do take a break after them.  Later.

Just a bit more.

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Yes, waterers.  As planned.  But, too, cats fed, their litter reset, and ducks tended.  I didn't do a lot else out there, but I did check on a doe who was accidentally made pregnant.  She is about due.  I've seen fluff, so I put a kit box out there.  I'll be checking each day, until something happens, or doesn't.

Ah, but, too, I gathered clean clothes I'd prefer for the trip.  Those will go up with me, as I go to bed.  I will sort them in the morning.  Folding or combining, as with socks.  Medicines, too, including insulin.  I think a few other things.  I just can't remember as I fade.

I have also stalled a bit longer, staying up later into the day again.  It is 50 outside, 74 indoors, front and main.  The ac has been off all night, not sure what it will be like up there.  Cool, I can hope.  But who can ever really tell.  If it's cool enough, I will sleep without ac.  If it heats up, I'll know it, wake, and adjust that.  Heat is one of those things I can't do, especially while sleeping.

Sore, though.  And tired.  While it is one of those satisfying sorts, it... doesn't feel all that good even for that, today, this morning... night.  This isn't about me, though.  It's about tasks which need to be done.  Feelings, even suffering, are not of concern.  On to bed, finally.  Good night.  Have a wonderful morning and day.

Far less and far more.

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Work, that is.  And, then anticipated.  While I didn't do a single box, or finish the bathroom, with all that was involved, and some side projects connected, and not, with this, I did more work than if I had just done what I suggested.  Some of the side projects weren't a choice.  Getting from a to b required those things.  Other things were simply more convenient.  Something about striking while the iron is hot.

I still feel somewhat unhappy with it all.  I feel as if I should have done more.  Truth is, I don't think more was possible.  Thinking... Feeling...  The two don't always go together well.  This is one of those cases.  Actually, I am surprised, even amazed, at what was done.  I just... wanted more, and more on target.  It simply wasn't, probably, possible.

I will refill the waterers, as a last thing.  Then it is on to bed.  I'll make sure I took medicine.  I didn't take insulin.  I will take the slow acting stuff, alone.  Mixing the two is more dangerous than most things I can do with insulin.  The cats have been fed often enough, though I may hit their litter one last time tonight.

Ugh.  Tired.  Ready for bed.  But a few more things.  Good morning, night, and day.

Okay. Well, a start.

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There is always more to a task than anticipated.  Clearing the bathroom also meant moving a lot of things.  But, to just move them blindly, stupidly, they would just become a problem for another day.  So some diligence was offered in the moving.  As much a thing for it's place and a place for the things, as was possible.  Some things, however, belong back in there, so...  Even so, just moving those things willy-nilly isn't good either.

Done, well enough to sweep.  Some things are still in there.  I need to fill waterers before I can remove the pails.  Which... will be done shortly.  For now, I merely swept one side of the bathroom, moved those there, then swept the other side.  Always a trick, if all else fails.

Supper, earlier, or lunch?  Salad, with tuna, as suggested.  It doesn't have much weight, or warmth.  Thinking about something else, before long.  Brats or kielbasa should do, with some of the sauerkraut.  Heated.  As well, I pulled meat to thaw.  If I am going to work, I am going to need to eat.

It has been longer and shorter sessions.  And, surprisingly... to me anyway... I have been able to break from the game to do these work sessions.  I would guess I have had four, so far.  That may be it for the night, or not.  I'll... see.  Oh, I'll get insulin in, the slow acting... as well as night pills.  And, when next I dine, I will do some fast acting.

Cycle down, cycle up.  It might take a bit.  But, for now, I am doing some work.  The long term goal is three to five, one to three hour work sessions a day.  Though, one or two hefty ones might undo me for the day, even if of shorter duration.  Still, bits and parts, here and there.  The future started a while ago, and is going well.

Later.