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Awake, late. Went down after 9:00, woke after 17:00. A shower first thing. Then blood sugar. Terrible, 300. I have to rethink burritos, if I crowded my plate. However, bp was smack, 130/79 p. 50? I did both arms, 122/89 p. 51, so, yeah. Whack, Jack. I can live with those numbers. Weight is 255. I would love to see 250, and 240 is my reevaluation number. Plateaued, though. Ugh.
I should have a few packages. My towels were getting pretty ratty. Serviceable but for how long? And I was lead to the notion of white towels, so I could sanitize if needed, as well as bleach if else failed. I use bath sheets for obvious reasons, and turkish are among the best. I'll wash them first. I am hoping my reasoning and planning pay off.
I'd best get ready. Later.
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Ah, a song remembered of a life as well lived as possible. Even to moving, beyond death if in a form of it, to a strangers' land, and making a sort of peace. A life not yet finished. To be one alone, to have been one of many yet never having lost myself. Don't be saddened. As sip draws over, much as when life draws to it's end, sour grapes may show. All for a few more adventures? If, as I said, I am... not quite finished. Even if I were done, I have seen, done, and lived miracles. Yes, yes I have.
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