Awake, but early or late?

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Either way, it is nearly 2:30.  I went to bed a bit before or after 21:00 or 21:30.  Oh, I looked, but have no recall.  I remember hearing it, being told, it was nearing one of those times.  I crashed pretty much immediately after.  As well, just as I was waking the harsh headache was just lifting, mostly.  I love when that happens.  No aspirin before bed, either.  Should have, can't always think through the pain.  May take some now.

Rested, mostly.  Some sort of internal termoil, been an issue for days.  I actually suspect that is probably a good thing.  Huh?  It feels like when I would kill it on setups, back when I could.  Muscles in the midsection getting used to the point of growth.  Guess what a lot of bending to plant, or pick up branches, or work on other things will do.  Right.  It will act functionally as a setup.  So all good.  Yeah, I was worried the first few days, until it "got worse" the next, and each subsequent, work day.  Why the quotes?  Because pain from effort or exercise is a good, in my book.  That is supposed to happen, and healing from or into it will lead to greater strength and maybe endurance.  If, in this case, it has odd extra effects, being in the midsection.

I am not sure it is a true fasting blood sugar read.  It is as close as can be had today.  It is 198.  Not a great improvement, just a bit, and still trending.  I'll take it.

A good start to a better day.  I can take my time waking, yet have a seriously solid opportunity at work.  Dishes, laundry, into the kitchen, into the living room, a shave, a shower, who knows.  I will dig in though, and probably tomorrow.  I want things done so I can properly take Sunday off.  If I can't get to church yet, perhaps the readings of the day and contemplation of those.  Perhaps I could find a recorded mass.

I found one of the rosaries, one of the blessed  ones.  But... I found it in one of the first, and tenth, and thirtieth places I looked... my bible sachel.  Yeah, I look in 'circles', coming back through.  Not that I thought it was in with the bible, I know where it was, with the Catholic book, Becoming Christ or such, which remains missing, as does my other blessed rosary.  At least I can begin saying the rosary again.  I can hear Satan lamenting my willful ways even now, and it is heaven to my ears.

Sassy remains missing.  At this time, presumed kia.  It didn't hit me, because I was avoiding thinking about it, when Sam started acting so forlorn.  Looking everywhere, including trying to find her kittens again.  I had almost believed that Sam didn't like Sas. She does, and is missing her terribly.  I... just think, this time, she is gone.  Recent events acted as omen or threat.  It's been a week?  Perhaps... hope is thin.  Having a cat yeowling and searching, and coming to me with that hollow look... at least I'm not the only one.

I best get to my day.  Later.

Hmm.  Mood music.