Up, going, slowly.

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Blood sugar was ugly.  The first time north of two hundred in a while, if by just two points.  It was 122 last night, then I had nachos.  Cheese is carb free, chips said the were low carb.  I trust the cheese.  The chips not so much.  It wasn't even as if I ate much, say thirty chips max, more like half that.  Shredded cheese was the only topping, melted.  No more nachos.  Wow.  Or at least not with those chips.  Don't say it was corn.  I eat large portions of canned sweet without a glucose hiccup.  They must add sugar, hidden in there.  Perhaps there is a brand that doesn't.  Yeah, they mean to create diabetes.  It's down to 173.

It isn't even 60 F outside.  Yikes.  It's easily good enough for me, but it is tightening the growing season.  Amazing.  Partly cloudy, as has been the norm lately.

I've been good enough I am taking some risks.  I ordered 38 belts and several more 38 jeans.  Even the 40's I have are looking baggy.  The Cabela's jeans I loved are gone.  They have some others I may try.  I went with Duluth 5-pocket ballroom jeans (for exactly what that sounds like, room for), on sale.  More expensive still than old, similar to new Cabela's jeans.  I will give Cabela's new jeans a shot next month.  I just hope they didn't make them woman thin with Eddie Bauer queer (small) pockets.  Gah!  Duluth is good, if pricey.  Upper lefty blue collar, engineering to overpaid union type.  Snooty in it's own way, but... more doable than do-nothing sniveling academic snootiness.  I told you, I hate equally, mostly.

Pork is grilling.  Green beans too.  That and milk.  All good.  Lower and slower, in part because of the cool day.  Oh, the musical responses?  Manifold.  Immediate.  I may put up a montage, or two, or not.  Later.