A good sleep.

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Medicine just right yesterday.  I got it all in, on time as time goes.  I didn't get a lot else done.  I wasn't feeling great.  I am not feeling really well today.  Mind you, how I feel isn't an excuse to not act, but it can be a reason, in hindsight.  I will try to work through it, if I am able.  I went down a bit after 21:00, setting the alarm for 7:00.  I was hoping to wake more around 5:00 but I didn't try to lock that in.  Locking it in offers no guarantee, but it ups the chances considerably.  If nothing else, I REALLY wanted to wake before the alarm.  When I am not feeling good, on top of hating alarm clocks already, that just doubles down.  I am edging toward a headache, though it is more like sprinting toward the wall... on a treadmill.  I'm not quite getting there, but I don't want to test it with an alarm.  That @$#*ing train, blasting it's horn, even miles away, isn't helping.  GO FASTER.  Gah!

I woke at 6:14.  I sorely wanted to get up, but was having... a little trouble.  So... I called on the Kraken.  "Food!", I said.  'mew'  "FOOD?"  'meow?'  "Food, dinner, yummy!"  Out of the cave she came.  Face in my face, fur rubbed on arm and everywhere.  *purrrrrrr*  Yep, I have my methods.  Sassy, the youngest, I taught her "food", "treats", and have sort of tried to add "Yum!".  She knows what those mean, and will help me wake up if I say them.  Love you long time, until you feed me!  :)  Sam has come around.  But she will only lick her lips and gulp, now, when I say food.  Actually, I think Sassy taught her, believe it or else.  Not a minute passed before the furball had me up and in, first to bladder duty, then to the food bowls.  And, yes, I do wash my hands, mind you. 

I remembered, this morning, before imbibing a morning brew or eating even a banana, to check blood pressure, blood sugar, and weigh in.  All good, actually.  I had to take my blood pressure twice, but it wasn't even all that bad the first time.  141/91, pulse at 68 then 71, blood sugar at 178 (beats the high four hundreds that they got at the blood draw... by a lot), and 278 on the scale.  None of it is optimal.  But beings that I actually just took my first dose of insulin last night, and after having been living a... well... non-diabetic life for the last two weeks sort of in a pout over the high blood sugar count and getting rid of some regular soda I had...  Never mind.  I told you it doesn't make sense.  When they got the 470 or whatever blood sugar?  I had been living nearly a monastic style diabetes diet life.  Oh, and missing meds, off and on, sometime for a few days, seems to be somewhat tolerable, if that... isn't the goal.  Still, I'd like to become more regular on stuff.  I'll try and test, as they wish, at least until my appointment with my primary in a few weeks.  We'll see.

Since I didn't get to much yesterday, I am going to keep the goals pretty much the same.  Setting up the bug sprayer and using it around the perimeter.  When it warms enough to put the girls out in the early evening, then using that to spray around the inner perimeters, high and low.  Finishing the dishes I have used since washing last.  There aren't many.  I simply haven't been cooking or eating much.  And perhaps a load or three of laundry.  Some straightening, in general, might be good.  Hmm, well, and getting to the post office.  The parts for my rifle and some other things went to the post office and are sitting in their large box benefit lockboxes.  I'd like to get the new foregrip on.  The one on it will do, but it is metal, and rides the barrel so that it will get hot when shot much.  Gloves would be fine, in cool weather, but when it hits 90, gloves aren't preferred.  I don't really worry about the looks of a tactical item, just how it operates.  It's a tool, not a toy.

Hmm... yeah...  I need to wake up and get going on some things.  Later.