Not exactly early to bed.

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I kept... finding things to do.  And, then, finally, when I stopped that I had to cool down.  It was nearly 1:00 when I went to bed, or a touch after?  Very close one way or the other.  Memory times out when I tease it with sleep long enough.  I seemed to wake pretty solidly at 7:00, but wanted more sleep.  I tried to get it.  A bit of rest is all.  Perhaps a nap later.  It is 70 and change in the house this morning.  I haven't seen it 70 in... since the end of spring.  While, this year, even when it got to 99 (or higher, if I didn't always check), 'the cave' stayed right at around 76 with a few absolutes highs right at 80.  I mean just four or five, and usually because I forgot to close the windows before it started heating up.  I think the lowest I saw it, on very rare occasions, after multiple cloudy days, was about 73.  Yeah, I am liking 70 though.

Fasting blood sugar read 163!  Why?  I've only, and not well, been fasting for a few days.  Was that enough?  Just daily fasting, roughly.  After the 260(ish) read, I was worried that I had blown something again.  Crazy.  Being Monday, I kept eyeballing the scale.  It eyeballed me right back.  Taunting, 'You know, you don't have to step on me... chicken'.  'Oh, I know, you weasel', thought I back.  Still, on the plate I went, 266.  Then again, it feels like I've gained it all back, so... no problem.

I thought I had completely cleared the dishes.  Always something, always, that is missed.  Always.  Gah!  Not much, just enough to say I didn't get it all.  And yet, I have done quite well.  My body is a bit sore and will be for a while.  I still have a few things to do, and hope to do even more.  Putting the stock up, which is much more of a chore than it sounds, is the first thing.  A shower yet this morning, especially with the bathtub free.  A bit of business, a call at least, if I can find some paperwork.  Maybe too calls.  Those, and maybe bringing the trash barrel back... not enough recycling to mess with it.

Oh, and perhaps to see about washing the trash barrel out.  I'm not sure if bleach is best, or... what.  But it, yeah... gotta clean that.  I learned, with inside bins, that if anything spills through or leaks, clean in now, now, now.  Or you will regret it.  I need to take that lesson to the outside bin.  It doesn't have to be useful as a dinner plate, it just shouldn't smell like a rendering plant.  Bleh.  Still learning how to be a more proper homeowner after these years.  My guess is you learn until you become too ill or old to do much about much, then you coast.  I'm not quite to full-time coasting yet, if I'm not anywhere near full-time learning or doing either.

Well, on with life.  Good morning, finally, again, and good day.