An odd morning.

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Sleep was good.  No need for the fan, temperature wise.  I dreamed, the stories escaped my grasp even before I woke.  A lover, a particular woman who was becoming my everything yet who is scarcely remembered now, was back in my arms, fully remembered.  I just don't remember more.  Gosh I've really liked some women.

I checked the clock just a bit ago. It read 9:30.  I went to bed a bit after 5:30... stayed up to call my mom, being an early riser and with the time shift that is the perfect time to call her.  Anyway, I was feeling well enough to wake.  While I was moving slowly... now that I am up, the clock out here reads 14:10?  Was I that slow or did I sleep through a bit without realizing?  Uhrm, I'll check the alarm clock, see if it is off.  Nope, it reads the same.  Wow.  That wasn't just a second sleep wind, that was a kamikaze second wind (means divine wind, dates to the Mongol hordes(?), and storms which caused two invasion fleets to fail).

Anyway.  I am awake now.  It's cold and dark.  A good day for a murder, a friend used to suggest.  A friend who I wonder more since, if he wouldn't know.  Still, I've never thought of these days as murder days.  These days, as I see it, are for tragic news and funerals for beloved folk.  Still, life is good.  I know the sun will return soon.

Today?  Same list as before.  I did nothing suggested, replacing those chores with shopping duties.  Fair enough.  Being cool and dark, what I did is what was possible.  Hopefully I can do much of the list today.  Pieces and parts, between breaks.  Another shower if I get to most of it.

Fasting blood sugar was 233.  Not great but far superior to 331 of yesterday or the day before.  I am out of salsa and other problem foods.  Things should improve again.  Because of my problem with blood sugar while eating that brand I reviewed the ingredients.  Yep, sugar.  I wonder if they regularly change ingredients, as when I checked before I was sure it wasn't there... or I am confusing brands?  I'll look around for unsweetened, again.  Or try making my own, when the goods are in season, if I can find them fresh.  Bleh.

Loverly.  Even a bit sore still, tired, dark, and a bit chill.  With women haunting me from all directions.  Being backed up on work.  And, well, all else?  I really am still good.  I don't know what all hope and faith means, or what God puts in it.  I only know it leads inexorably to charity, love.  Of and for life, for the simple state of being.  Bark, complain, angrily chirp from time to time, and yet quite... loverly, this little life I enjoy so.

Good day.