There are mornings, and this is one, when all I can do is sit and wait for the pain and nausea to go away. There are a couple drugs I take- Metformin being the worst- that need swallowed with care as to food and fluids, and sometimes still make me feel as if I've been beaten up with extra attention to the gut.
When I settled, I managed to get the sprinklers- part of the sprinklers, I need to go around and mess about with one line that's been irrationalized by moving the watering trough- started, Bacchus tethered out, Ian and Sylvia moved and her egg picked up, and the morning's small disaster (a cow was chasing green grass into the Hamburg pen and through the power of Super Tongue managed to tip the laying box over and send an egg rolling out) rectified and that egg gathered. Oh, and a XXL slug fed to the young ladies; cutting large slugs up isn't necessary, they snicker-snack them into small chunks faster than I can find my scissors. Elvis has also been visited, but he's in the middle of the sprinkler lay-out on that side of the huse, so no big. Still, I am longing for the day I have the chickens in one corner of the yard and near enough each other that just moving between pens uses up time and energy I have to steal from other matters.
ABBA haven't been checked but this episode of Star Trek: Next Gen is nearly over and then my husband can go do that, they like him better anyway. The sheets should be reay to hang out then, and I can put the next load in before I hang them out.
This is lockdown day for the eggs I'm incubating, so getting them candled is no longer something I can delay. Going to be interesting to see what else goes by the wayside to give me the time to take the incubator down and deal with the process.
Luckily the rule has been that I do not cook on Saturdays, dating back to the birth of our elder child. So there's an hour or two I won't be doing something besides taking care of chickens. And Saturdays give DH the opportunity to bond with the kittens! And the places their pointy bits have gone into my skin a chance to heal.
Oh, yeah, I need to get to somewhere and buy more betadine and bandaids.
Lots of betadine and bandaids.
Life is rich and full, yada yada yada...