Nothing else was done.

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I went down hard, slept long.  I woke a few times.  Rolling and fussing, but in a good way.  My body fought for the sleep and comfort it needed, and got it.  Ten to twelve hours down.  I feel better for it.  Dreams.  A dream.  A pop answers it, if they keep using the secular cover art.  I know where and how to find my preferred art now.  Very strange that they do that.  One more struggle.  The thing is, how do things populate with my dreams and which side insists on the secular, or for me?  I don't trust any of the bastards, and women even less.


The dream is actually about several realities plaguing my mind and spirit lately.

Blood sugar, for no good reason, was bad yesterday.  Fasting today?  Maybe.  Today, tomorrow, and Monday.  Tea, perhaps some hot, with several tablespoons of cream, if I need a boost, per day.  It was 350 at bedtime, with two meals earlier.  Half a steak, veggies, and tea, then milk and pistachios, the last eaten three hours or more before bedtime.  Annoying.  Fasting blood sugar is 260.  Doubly annoying.

Back to the list.  Rest helped, having the furnace running and leaving the chill bedroom into a warm home helps.  Morning tea, then to things quickly.  Dishes given a scrub and whatever, a shower and shave, and then cycling laundry, quicklike, right after my tea and short waking process.  Hit it!  Warmth definitely helps, plus the muscles don't ache as much.  Later.