Hungry.

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It is a good thing.  While fasting, at least the first few days or during single days, hunger pains mean deprivation.  For me, it is precisely what is desired, required.  On some days it is more difficult.  Knowing, possibly smelling, barbecuing adds levels of complexity.  Oblations, as I have noted.  Actually, given my station, and the day, some might suggest the sacrifice is partly in my honor.  Oblations indeed.  A closer walk too...

Blood sugar went up, to 131.  A bit frustrating.  It will work out.  It went up right before, or as, the hunger hit.  It must be connected.  I sensed something, but can't say if it was hunger, not quite.  If I am sure it ended becoming hunger.  Oh, of all the weekends to fast.  Perhaps this is a better one.  And Monday is a null day too, right?  That'll get me three fasting days without losing a business day.  If I can keep to it.

Out of dry catfood.  Yeah, the carnivorous squirrels are protesting the man.  The man, especially while fasting, is having none of it.  I am giving them extra canned and treats but not taking any grief.  Things have settled a bit.  It is overcast.  More rain seems probable.  High sixties.  All good.  Oh, I missed this.  But I do have a smaller flag. I'd like to get it mounted for the fourth.  I may start figuring out a big flag and pole, both fed and state, for in a year or two... buying things in parts if necessary.  I can have at least a smaller one this year, out on display more too.

I might not trust my government, all my fellow citizens, or the VA, etc., fully, always, but I consider myself fully and solidly American.  The flag is important.  I will display it.  Then again I don't believe we are supposed to trust blindly.  That is what separates Americans from the rest of the world, which seems to all be choosing to be third worlders.

Later.