A fine day?

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So far.  I woke, seemingly from a very interesting dream.  It wasn't interesting because of anything that happened it.  What made it interesting was that in it I lived for a week.  Going to bed each night, waking each morning, speaking to various people, taking a trip to the store, straightening the house, even grumping on various days about various personal and bigger issues.  Today was supposed to be Thursday, next Thursday.  I'll just chalk that up to a fun little thing, at least when I saw that it was Wednesday, so looked a bit deeper to see it is the 23rd.  Halloween is sneaking up, I see.  I do have candy ready, but not the kilt kit.

Well, and I woke in a rather chipper mood.  After goofing with the girls until they were wound like fine Swiss watches, so that they started chasing each other around, all of us giggling in our own sort of way, I ran out of steam so decided to write.  Not sure what is up but it's probably just a couple of painless days in a row, and maybe a bit of energy returning.  I think even the girls were enjoying.  The certainly got into the spirit of the thing from their own waking cold start!  We had a ball this "morning".  We certainly did.  Now just who was the cat and who was the mouse depended on the moment.

What am I to do though?  Hmm...  Dishes need doing, but maybe first something to eat.  Laundry needs to be pushed on through.  Some cleaning in the living room, in hopes of clearing a space for putting my kilt together.  Honestly, that seems like a lot of fussy work, and I do fear a poor outcome on that, or it becoming a huge time dump.  Perfectionism has it's place, but isn't the best for some tasks.  Well, and I'm not sure I like the material for this task.  It might do, it might not, and that assuming I can... set the thing up right to begin with.  Yes, yes, I'll try to get ready to give it a whirl.  Plus, in that I would be cleaning the living room to do it, it is along the path I wish to take anyway.

I am increasing my insulin.  Since the smaller amount that should have worked is not enough, I am going back to my doctor's suggestion.  Up one cc per day until blood sugar is back under control.  Since I wasn't eating anything bad, I have to assume that, even when I eat the right(er) foods in proper amounts, my body just won't always process things correctly.  Who knows what else might be way off.  The problem is, what happens when my body works well and I am at high levels of this stuff?  Life is spooky with organs that work, then don't, then do...  I'll figure that out too, I suppose.

Never mind.  Just take the fun spirit of the day and go have some fun yourself.  Gosh I like being alive, even the rough spots, in ways.  But these fun days are to die for.  Later.