What a gig? Gag?

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Days are tumbling. It's the heat.  It is 88, again.  Not typical, actually. It is cool... for the time of year.  I am more familiar with 95 F days, in July.  August is cooler, if more in the lower 90's, and more overcast days.  But by then, heat tolerance is shot.  The cave is now staying about 75.  Which is too warm.  I may have to bring the ac down, set it up in a back window, and run the two for short, staggered spells.  Or give up on a day cycle, which I don't want to do.

I missed medicine last night.  I will take everything but carvedilol, doubling on that will take me down like a lodestone, for days perhaps.  Still, bp wasn't horrible for it, at 146/86, p. 83.  Blood sugar is the best fasting I have had in a while, at 148.  It is below the average I showed the doc, and should continue to decrease... should.  Plus, I have two more days of fasting, after today, on the schedule.  Should work out.

She stays, at least on my mind.  Perhaps she watches.  You'd be surprised.  I have been a number of times.  If she is watching?  I'll... I have a bit of the making of a new story, in music of course: A personal problem, at times... mine; A warning.  One shared by some number of women;  And?  Just part of what to expect in my presence.  The world, time, I, you... none of those or us is as it seems.  I will show you.  If you can learn to relax, not fight it, you will have a blast.  Yeah.  I would show you, if you dare.





Actually, if I dare.  A point of things not being as they seem, innit.  Rhetorical.