My tiredness is on a whole new level today. 😪

Cowboy didn’t get home until 6:14 a.m.
I know for a fact that Badger didn’t get to sleep until at least 5:30 a.m.
I catnapped through the night.
I woke up at one point, probably around midnight, and read myself back to sleep.

Lady was going crazy barking around 3 a.m.
I went in, got Badger out of bed (nope, not asleep), and brought the front door camera in to charge.
It was nearly dead and had stopped recording.

I brought her to keep Lady from charging out and chasing raccoons in the middle of the night. 
I could have waited until morning, but look, at 3 a.m., are you really thinking straight?

Going through the camera later, the raccoons were on my porch.
I’d left trash bags out for Cowboy to take to our dumpster, not knowing he’d be working over.
That’s like putting a neon invitation sign out for the raccoons.

I was up at 7:52 a.m. 
That’s a little later than I normally get up, but considering the night I had, a darn miracle I was up.

Cowboy shocked me by creeping out at 9:41 a.m. 
I had expected him to sleep all day. 
I went in, shook a cranky, sleepy Badger awake, and we got on the road.

You know Cowboy was exhausted. 
He slept in the car while Badger and I got our groceries from Walmart.
Usually he says he has to go in with us to speed us up and make sure we don’t buy the store out.

He didn’t complain about crossing the road for our Dunkin’s fix, and while Badger and I were in Food City, he slept in the car.

He came directly home, without stopping for tobacco or chicken feed.

We got the groceries unloaded, he took care of his chickens, and he got a very brief nap in before having to eat and go to work.

He’s 65, and a 15-hour shift is just too much for him these days.

We forgot. 
His colonoscopy diet was supposed to have started yesterday.
He grumbled but took his chicken and rice to work tonight.
He has to work Sunday, and he has to keep up with this diet the doctor gave him.
I pity the fellows at work. 
He gets cranky when he’s hangry.

Badger stayed busy all day.
She came straight in from the store and went to check on Heron’s cats. 
He didn’t come home last night.
She said their food was moldy and crawling with maggots.
That’s odd, as she and I check their food daily, but they’re basically in a sweating tin can, and the door stays open all the time.
She got them cleaned up and gave them fresh food and water.

Then she’s been trying to organize her room the rest of the evening.
It’s totally unfair to her, but my junk took over her closet.
Well, it’s my boxes of pictures. 
They can’t stay in the laundry room.
The cats have to be locked up almost all the time, and they like to express their displeasure by puking and pooping.
I don’t want my pictures destroyed.
They had been kept in Raven’s closet. 
But, well, Raven came home and they needed a new place.

I wasn’t lazy. Today was laundry day.
I had at least ten loads.
I got them washed and actually put away.
Usually I just leave them in a basket, but they’re all put up now.

It’s been a long, tiring day.

Badger and I managed a brief walk out to the cows and back.
We’d planned on doing the complete circle, but the biting beagle jumped out and started his barking aggressively.
I took a deep breath, straightened myself up to full height (Badger says usually I curl up shrimp-like), and I bellered loud as I could:
“Git your ass back up that dang road and git it up now!”
That dog stopped mid-bark, froze, gave me a startled look, backed up, and hightailed it back up the road.

Badger said I shocked him. 
The scared rabbit bit back tonight.
Look, it was a very long day, and my back is throbbing.
I didn’t feel like being a bunny today.

I have nothing else. 
I just want to go crawl in bed and burrow.
They’d better not work Cowboy over tonight.
We just don’t sleep well when he’s not here. 
Which is ridiculous, as whether he’s here or not, I’ve been the one for the last 35 years going to inspect bumps and creaks in the night.
He grumbles, rolls over, and goes back to sleep.
I’m not sure what I’d do if I ever did run into a booger.
I sure couldn’t get Cowboy awake, or to take me seriously.
And why am I the one creeping out to see what’s making weird noises in the night anyway?
Isn’t that supposed to be the job of the man of the house?

Yeah, moving on.

As far as I know, we’re still on for Gealach and Turtle sometime tomorrow. 
I have G two TV dinners and some Lunchables. 
It’s no use trying to cook, as Cowboy is on that diet until Tuesday.
Badger bought herself a few TV dinners, and I’ll just have ramen.

I think Badger is done with moon gazing. 
Oh fine, she was taking moon pictures, and I’m supposed to be making sure she doesn’t get eaten by a mad possum or rabid raccoon.
I am finally heading to bed