A bit of work, then down my new odd sleep.

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I did get eggs cooked, cooled, peeled, and put away.  I have the dishes ready for a final clean.  I did get the laundry, at least from the bathroom, to the washing area.  I kept up on food, eating several small meals.  And, checked my blood sugar three times while awake this last time.  It was staying right at 214.  While high, it's a good deal lower than 286 or whatever, and much better than the 350 it was running.  Honestly, I don't think anything I have done, which isn't different from what I have been doing, has anything to do with the blood sugar.  It rises and lowers quite on it's own.  This day too high, that day way too high.  My input just isn't a part of it.  And, I drank a good deal of kefir.  I figure, the day it seemed to spike my blood sugar?  Anything I ate would have.  My system was simply primed to do that, just looking for a food input, any food input, to trigger.

I believe I am feeling a bit better.  Again, that has nothing to do with what I have been doing.  Perhaps eating a bit better, taking medicine, drinking enough fluid, attempting to control sleep, and such, all adds up to a bit of a bonus to recovery.  Yeah, I buy that.  It simply doesn't stop the falls and it doesn't change the illness.  It just makes a fall shorter, and recover a bit better.  Whatever is wrong seems to happen of it's own accord.

I hope to get the dishes done, laundry started, a shave, and then more work on the kitchen.  It's slowly, sort of, improving.  As long as I don't have a relapse, I hope to be able to finish climbing out of the hole this week.  High temps might drive me back in.  Hmm... which means I ought to get my console and bluray running.  It's cooler out playing that than sitting on this machine.  Plus, I ordered a new game or two to tinker with... as incentive to get that going.
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Dreams.  The first was... I won't share.  Mine.  I so rarely get such types.  This was the first I have seen full length, with such depth.  As good and right as it could be, in it's own way.  Some creatures cannot share some things with some people, even most people.  No, you can't understand.  And... I shouldn't try to help you.  God, I think, knows.  There are rules, laws, and such.  Some of these are not for all, not exactly the same.  A horse, a mushroom, and a dire wolf all eat different food, none is the worse save when another adds their perspective... at least on certain levels.  The next was just an oddity.  A play on reality, but a fun one.

I was college aged.  I hadn't joined the Navy, but had gone on to college.  I had found a place, off-campus.  It wasn't the best, but most weren't.  It was a single lodging, which seemed good.  And there were advantages.  Quiet time for study was easily had, no interruptions, I could come and go as I pleased, and having a woman over wasn't a chore.

I was still playing roll-playing games.  But the games had become a bit different.  Sure, D&D, or AD&D as it had become by then, but other games too.  One of them involved using micro-miniguns to pop caps as part of the rest of the imaginative typical roll-playing parts.  Most guys are so uncoordinated.  I don't even count women as being graceful, to be honest, and most men are better than women but seem still to be wearing their shoes on the wrong foot more often than not.  Oh, sure, you can train a woman to do something with great grace, and sometimes that will translate into life, but I wouldn't expect it.  Further, those are extreme exceptions.  I don't count men by their Einsteins, Rembrandts, or Bachs... so it is with men, so to with women.

Anyway...  I so impressed them that they invited me to play, then, after playing a few times, to move in.  They had an excellent pad.  And my portion of it was quite nice, if I accepted.  Oh, and one of the roommates who played went around nude quite often.  I... never did quite catch her name.  When asked if that was a problem, I said just as long as she doesn't flirt or start acting reading for sex.  I told them that there are men who swim with great white sharks.  Neither do I recommend it, or believe in their safety, but... who am I to judge.  And, actually, that was good enough for even her.

I hadn't decided whether to move in when the dream ended.  I was pretty sure it would happen.  I had heard, because of my playing skills, they wanted me on their team in competitions, and could afford to give me a superior deal.  And they were cool if I brought a woman in.  Plus, I was pretty sure I'd be nailing the naked preferring snagglepuss who roamed the demesne.  It wasn't so much in my willfulness or need, it was in her eyes.

Hey, at that age in real life, I was batting... lets just say if my sex life at that time was baseball, I would have been in the hall of fame just after those first three years of healthy adult life.  Not just batting, though there was that.  Stolen bases, home runs, and runs batted in, for starters.  Yeah, I helped a lot of guys get to home base, and married some significant number of them off through my advice.  If a guy wanted to go that way, who was I to wise him up.  I figured she would do that.  *grins*  So... yeah.  Not a brag, just the way it really went until it all broke.
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Does anyone else have this sudden urge to juggle machetes or is it just me?  Yeah, no, it really does seem to work that way. 

h/t 90 Miles From Tyranny

Coffee!  Hmm... might try a touch of whey water mixed with regular water... or just have some kefir first?  Yeah...  Later.