Good and bad?

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Ugly in there too, somewhere.  Ugly, by the way, is neither good nor bad on it's face.  Unforgivable sinfulness, those who won't be judged because they aren't culpable, though who also cannot make it to heaven.  A simple death is their lot.  The lower order of my kinsmen, or... part of my kin, or more one of the two bastard branches of my lines.  Is it like with the census, even one drop?  Can the King call one away from their lot?  I have three lines I could claim, or which could claim me.  None of us claim each other though.  Humans like to think they are all that, but they are the only ones born to perfection and they threw it away.  Not much to have pride in there.  That's one example of ugly, anyway.  Huh?  Shut up.  Are you talking to ME?  Memememe.  Mirror or at, you or me.  I love this game.  Shut up.

Yeah, my "morning" has been like that.  Just waking at about 14:00.  But I've been trying to rough out a path to wakefulness since 9:00.  It just wasn't working, for whatever reason.  My mind has been giggling and throwing rotten fruit at all the entertainers passing through vision, dream, and thought.  Not sure what is up with that.  Not sure I approve.  But it has been a gas.  If nothing else, just the release from normality, possibly slightly from even sanity... if in a milder way, entertaining as a simple release.

Fasting blood sugar is at 237.  I will, now that I am not using sugar replacements and will not be splurging on sugar treats, see in this next week how well things go.  I knew I would have to figure things out.  I knew there would be kinks.  That I have kept my consumption to within the time box given, and fasted one and two days, back to back, consistently... are all very good things.  Hiccups are part of the gig.  I didn't even let those beffudle me.  I have even gotten my leg fluid problem under control, and away from medicine, while beginning this.  I'll do this.

A bit sore.  Still a bit sleepy.  Not sure why.  Not too worried, mind you.  Life skids sideways from time to time.  As summer deepens I know that I will begin to fail ever so slightly.  This year is actually fairly good, though figuring out the trim of the cave, to truly keep temps down, has been quite helpful.  Even so...  Though, I suspect, if I can figure my way out there, and to eat up some heat and play or work, even just a bit, even just a few times a week, that will make the cave even that much better.  Knowing is intelligence, doing?  That is wisdom.  Being so ill that wisdom might kill or seriously hurt you?  That's walking, barefoot, on razor blades... which I am already doing with the fasting.  One thing at a time, at a time.  I'll get to the getting out part in August.  For now I will learn this particular risk.

Gosh, I really need to do some things.  Blood test strips, clean, clean, clean, and more cleaning.  Do some laundry over, some dishes.  Clean, sweep, mop.  Go do things outside, cut those branches.  And... did I mention...  CLEAN.  Bah!  It's good to be the king unless you are it.  Though... it's not all bad either.  Later.