Slow.

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I will take it.  Given being long on yesterday, short on sleep, with grumbling innards, it's not a bad go.  The girls fed, litter tended, my own breakfast, a load of laundry through to the dryer with another load following in the wash, dishes hit... what was finished was dried and put up the rest reset.  I have the timer set.  In an half hour I will check the dryer.

If it isn't dry I'll hit my closet.  I don't know if I can get that all done today but I can at least have the closet open for that.  I have a few things to buy, shredded mozzarella and charcoal... just a bag or two to see me through.  Other than bills, no more spending this month.  Ugh.  Thankfully I hadn't gotten into a car.

Oh, hot dog buns simply will not do.  My blood sugar spiked to 260ish, from 180, with two.  I will have to check the other items too.  Packaging labels looked good enough, but no.  I don't mind a thirty to forty point spike, eight is way out.  Thus mozz, for fatbread.  And there are many ways to use or do it.  Crackers!?!  We'll see.

I am hoping to finish the first load of laundry, dishes, and at least clean and clear the closet in the next three hours.  Yeah.  I'll probably need a few days down after today.  Something feels bad.  Inside.  But I am on a trajectory today.  Must... complete.  I've done much more in a lot worse pain and condition.  I'll... do this.

Again, I believe you misunderestimate some of my notions.  Young God?  Any who seek?  But not without pain.  Opiates can dull that, if perversely creating a worse pain, a total intolerance for even the simplest mundane pains, and a need.  If one is to fly above, it is with suffering in doses large enough to kill.  And in service.  Since I can service nemo, here, I suffer for those in purgatory, in gladness.  Young God?  Who among these are not my family?

Later.