So load 2 of laundry in the mix . . . gotta get them on the line soon, battling ants the entire way especially since the rain has set in and everything is flooded. You'd think (hope) they'd drown. Maybe 2-3 loads tomorrow, I'm finding stuff all over that needs washing. I not only get no help here I get a lot of hurt. So many things that are irritating are compounded. I don't know the answer I'm so tired of fighting it but I'm so damned stuck. But we'll see I've not given up. I just need to find a hole in the clouds.
Later, 9:28 p.m.: Both Sugar and Lucy are sick, as I knew they would be. Neither of them will survive. I'll take the task in the morning to dropper feed them sometimes that works but I'm not hopeful. I knew not to get attached.
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