This morning I woke up early. I cracked the flue on the fire, realizing that I’d accidentally smoked out the house last night. Again. I opened up my doors to air it out and then went to greet the pets next door (I’m caring for them for the weekend). I kept the cats at bay with my boot, while filling their ceramic food bowls and freshening their water. The dog and I went outside to check on the chickens. I removed some plastic that I didn’t want them trying to peck at and cracked the ice and filled their water bowl. We watched them drink, throwing their heads back to swallow and then went up to the park, where I unsuccessfully tried to throw the ball with the adaladal. My elbow is too sore from falling on the ice. It hurts to throw. We went home, and I fed the dog and then came back over to my place. After that I watched a video on the internet of a fat guy running to get in shape for a marathon to earn money for his dying niece. I cried hard from start to finish.
That sounds like a very full day already.