Slowly but... maybe.

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I didn't make it to the post.  Running slow.  I did finish the floor treatment.  Which leaves a spic n' span spot surrounded by what had been cleaner parts of the floor.  Yeah, I'll have to... get on that.  A shave then shower next.  Will see after that.  Not fantastic.  Just, if I can do a bit more?  Please?

Forgot about another blood sugar read, until now.  It is 109.  That is probably as low as it will go.  Probably.  No more food today.  I suspect it will go up when I do a bedtime check in four to six hours.  And I expect a higher fasting blood sugar in the morning.  As my days and nights are switching back to normal, I am giving bp a chance, with medicine right righted, to settle.  A few more days and I will begin that again.

Oh, my leg is improving as the double pj's, warmer days, and cut water pill dose begin to mesh into a functional solution.  Oh, what a relief.  I was beginning to wonder about that one.  I've never had such a problem.  Does bone cancer hurt?  Or like that, perhaps initially?  Every year on the chronograph... if nothing else, cancer.  And I have cheated Death so cruelly.  Payback may be just as ruthless.  If, as with the whims of Fortuna, so too with Death, I crack funnies even as she hides my expressed back to her indignities.  I am beginning to think it has started to truly hurt them more than me.  What a gas!

Hmm?  Shut up.  Later.