Raining, and bitterly dark.

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A smell woke me.  Fire.  Not close, too close, or intense, too intense.  It must be a fireplace, or wood stove, heater... perhaps several.  A comforting scent.

I woke without undo pain this day.  But pushed into gear.  Ducks.  I am not worried about when, regarding food.  Feed is based on need, but generally twice a day, once in a pinch, none once a month.  I merely want them to have plenty of water, which isn't a time thing.  But I do want them fully closed in when it grows dark.  I know what lurks in the darkness.  It is amazing how quickly it grows so dark.

Sleep was good.  Dreams, but I don't think much remains of them.  The taste of her lips, but not her name.  We must have been in our teens, if from memory... which... I only knew a dozen women, three of them were adult, four?  It narrows the choices but I really only recall her general slim shape and lips.  I miss... yeah.

Fasting blood sugar surprised me, 141.  It's a beautiful thing.  I'll have my cream tea right after this first cold tea... earlier by far than usual.  I am curious if that, even the idea of it, lowers blood sugar.  I suspect some of this is psychosomatic.  Not all of it, probably... not yet.

Raining, dark, but up to the high forties.  Crazy.  Yesterday it dipped to 32ish.  I half expected snow, by logic though not my other senses.  Rained yesterday too.  I watered before rain, yesterday, if a bit overlong, then feared a harder freeze.  Fall and spring can be so messy.  Still, good seasons.  Can potentially do more in the cool than the cold or hot, if navigating the waterworks becomes the trick.  Later.