Hurry and wait.

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While waiting, a middle of the "day"... fasting "day"... blood sugar reading, at 157.  Yeah, that's good, very good.  Fasting, working, and probably what I am eating when I eat, combined, is the real deal.  Even with the extra carb load, which probably is keeping me from ketosis, is still carb lean enough to work with the fasting and effort output.  As I have learned, whether with scale or insulin, ups and downs will happen and won't always make sense.  I just have to let that go, and have faith that the trend will get me where I need to go, that common sense and some blood work by the doctor will keep me on the safer side of things, and then just let it takes it's slow winding ego-hurting way.  Though it should be clear, by now, that smashing my own ego isn't a problem.  Yeah, hurts.  If rightly, it's good.  If not, then that is an indication that I need to toughen up.  All good.

The stock was brought back up to a simmer, and simmered until, to me, it seemed about right.  I then let it cool.  It simply wasn't cooling fast enough, so I put it in the little refrigerator.  I will check it in a couple of hours.  If not ready, give it two or three more hours... if I can avoid timing out.  If it still isn't ready, and I am still awake, I will go on to bed and check it laterer.  Er.  I don't mind pushing into the morning.  As a fact, I plan to do that as far as I can go today, tomorrow, and Monday... and on until I can get in to the post office to pick up a number of packages.  Then I'll back off a bit, if try to use the new window created to do some other office-hour requiring business.

I am hungry.  It is more an empty space hunger than a roaring type.  It is so odd to have this sensation, and to have food readily available from a number of sources, and to not feed.  For so many years, decades, I would be hungry but have no food available, no way to make it, not even food in the freezer or pantry.  Yes, setting food in is not just for disaster... or an external one.  Doom's Day, quite often, hereabouts, is everyday.  See what I did there?

No laundry.  Just... forgot?  Timed out?  Yeah.  All good.  I'll get to that before too long.  And I will get ahead there and stay ahead elsewhere.  I think I will rise quite a ways this time, more than ever before, before drifting downward again.  I... am pretty sure I am on my way to a record, and a nearly cleaned home.  Oh, I ought to, Monday, call about an industrial bin.  That will allow a serious, and fast, reset.  If I can't figure whether to keep or toss I'll just set it aside... for a week.

Anyway.  Later, good morning, and probably good night before too long.