Too late? Too much?

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Time will tell.  I realized the lawn needed watering.  Well, and there were more dishes.  Oh, and I haven't showered.  So... I got busy.  The loads that were in, one got turned over, the other needed another soap cycle.  The group that was in the drying rack was put up.  And another load is set to a new soak.  The front yard got thirty minutes and change. The back is getting it now.  The final blood sugar is 110, hunger is becoming less of an issue.  It is more like a mild itch that passes, and more when something is done as it rears up.

I hope to cycle two loads through, set up two more, if a shower first.  My days are being stretched, but that goes with longer sunny warmer days.  I am tied, bound, to this physical system as few others. It is the way of things.  The nap helped... or hurt?  No, I'd be in bed already, if I had finished my chores earlier.  They keep, VA docs, asking what I do all day.  Read here.  Good or bad, what I do is written.  Why not more?  Not from lack of want, I'm often stuck.  They should be the ones telling me.

Tomorrow should be another busy one.  Business, shopping, returns, calls.  I didn't water the smaller side yard.  I don't have anything that works well to do so.  If the shipping data is correct, my gear for that should be in tomorrow.  If so, later in the day I will set that up and let it run for an half hour and change, or less.  Perhaps just ten minutes if I think there is enough water going down.

I'm getting to things, as I can.  Finally.  Amen and good night.