Something is going my way.

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Between this and that, pushing too many things into the day even if not getting all of them done... yeah...  I ended up not going to bet until really close to 22:00!  That was not by intent.  It is just that I was insistent upon completing a few tasks, which as mentioned were not all done.  I did a goodly lot, given the givens, true.  It's just that each task ended up taking longer than... we know this.  Some people's brains do not calculate for activities well.  I can draw map, off the cuff, in such a manner that another could follow and have it be roughly scaled.  I can go into a big building or ship, forest, or city area and not get turned around.  But I can't do time.  I've never been good with time, but I think with my literal ticker a bit off, time is very relative to me beside my natural... odd relationship with time.  Add in that this time my body/mind may simply truly be moving slower or faster and... you get here what we got yesterday.  I don't like it any more than you like it.  Still, I was awake before 6:00 and... well... given the givens that is good.

I continue to track health.  I forgot to weigh yesterday so did it first thing this morning.  I was... a bit fearful.  The scale said 262.  That is a pound up, but I was worried about... more.  When I eat regularly, quite often I really do graze.  Why?  I don't know that.  I can't seem to stop, either.  Moo!  Blood sugar was a bit higher, but stable really, at 232 it is just a bit higher than usual... by seven to ten points.  I am still not sure I am doing a strict keto.  Though part of my problem really is, to a degree, portions.  I can... eat... a lot.  Or less.  Really.  I have great variability... up to a point.  And, I am not just bogus fat.  I am bogus huge all around.  At 6'5" (I don't care, that is what I am sticking with), I shouldn't be eating the same amount as a housewife or even standard man.  But!  How much more?  It's tricky doings.  I really need to find a time several hours after snacks or meals to do another blood test daily.

Someone has been laughing at something I wrote.  I can't tell if they laughed back when, a long time ago, when I wrote it... if they are laughing now, though I think they have laughed at it several times.  Now, I didn't write it to be funny.  I was just stating my sense of things.  And, you know what?  I think he is a priest.  I won't say which one.  I can't promise it is him.  When I see in the dark, it's... spotty.  Still... I think so.  Oh, what was it I wrote?  Ah.  I had rejected a woman.  Why?  Too old to have children.  I indicated that I wasn't a damned charity.  Oh, well, he doesn't completely approve, but he did find it pretty funny.  And, approval or no, I think he at least understands... or understood what I was suggesting.  Yeah... he's laughing.  Someone is.  Though I don't think he was the only one.  Of course, the shrieks from the other side almost drown it out.  But, hey, it's not like they weren't told and didn't completely ignore the warnings.  Shriek on... makes my dark heart glow a deep purplish oxygen rich red.  Kings and queens and guillotines.

I couldn't find the big plastic container I sought.  And the glass just was too close to being too small and demanded too much room, so I simply had to use the stock pot.  It took some wrangling of food items, but that was expected.  I did check it this morning.  Unfortunately, there isn't much fat.  I skimmed too deeply.  Yes, I like some fat in there.  No, I won't skim for that on purpose.  That fat adds flavor and etc, especially as a drink.  If it's not to your taste, a stick blender will mix it in and make it simply rich.  I can handle it without doing that.  I will be putting the liquid in ice cube trays, freezing that, then bagging it.  I don't know how much this really made, or how long it will last.  Though I do plan to do a bigger pot near the end of this week or into next.  I want two gallons of thick beefy stock.  This is okay, just rather mild all around.  I'll... keep at it until I get the formula to the product I like.  Tea-looking bright beef flavor.  Hmm... yeah... mushrooms would definitely help.  Actually, so might anchovies, mashed into the fats in the pan while roasting certain bones.  I know, sounds odd, but anchovies really add a beefy flavor, or beef up the flavor of hamburger, when making an American spaghetti and meat sauce.

I've got the alarm set for two hours... probably an hour or less left.  At which time I will feed the girls and set up the dishes.  Doing a rewashing of a few, then setting both to a very hot rinse.  Drying and putting up one lot, letting the other soak for a while (for my needs/weakness).  Then, a bit later, finishing those, taking a shower, and making it to the post office.  Ugh but it can take forever (are we there yet?) to get going.  But I... keep doing it.  Fall?  Get up, when you can, as you may.  Fall again?  Keep getting up.  Oh... someone would "take care of you" if you fell and didn't rise.  But I don't think you'd like how they care for you.  If it's worth their time, they'll keep you alive beyond all reason.  If it's not, they will push you toward death hard and fast.  Just know this.

Oh, onions, garlic, shallots, and probably others, oh my!  What in the world is up with these things.  I have tried to find a way to keep them for more than a few days, week.  Nothing I have tried has worked.  From sprouting to simply rotting, in as little as days from coming home with them, to maybe a week... if onions can become bodaciously strong in short order.  I do like onions with flavor, but even I have limits.  So, today, I went looking.  And... I found.  Seek and destroy?  Not always is it what I seek that is destroyed.  Sometimes what is destroyed through my search is waste, indolence, ignorance, and other such.  I may not be good, but I aim in that direction as well as I may.  Anyway... so...  And NO PROMISES!  But, here, a method that seems worth a shot.  If it doesn't work, I'll cross it off and look for others.  More than one site suggests this.  And I will be working it... if I can find paper bags.  I know where I can find hole punchers, it's the bags that might be difficult... or not.  I simply have never hunted paper bags before.  At least... not that small of ones.  Oh... is that priest going to laugh again?  Wha?  Never mind.

On to something.  With the heat down, I will be wearing compression socks again.  It just got a bit warm with the stock going.  Ugh but I trip over life trying to do this for that.  Hurry up and wait?  Definitely.  But this time it's me... who am I kidding... no different then or now.  Still... beats the options.  Good day.