Wonderful.

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It is too early to see if I am back in the game for long.  But after a month, months?, of pretty much sitting, I got busy yesterday and am cracking the whip already this morning.  Waking a quarter to 8:00, my first thought was a grumble.  Usually, lately, it has taken me hours from waking to opening up the hutch.  So I grumbled. The ducks probably don't care all that much.  It is a matter of... consistency as a fowler, as a man of intent, to do right by those under my care.  Rights, say to eggs?  Responsibilities first.

Anyway, I wanted to begin in the house first.  I started pots and pans soaking, then reset the other dishes.  I want to make potato salad today.  So need clean... everything... and space.  After that, I gathered laundry from the bedroom and bathroom, took it back, sorted enough for three loads and will sort the rest in a bit... bedding tomorrow or Sunday as well.  Yeah.  Then I got out and fed the quackers, opening things up for them.  All before 8:00?  Yes, crazy fast, for me.

Blood sugar, after supper, was 159 an hour after, then 152 two hours out. I feared it might be really jacked this morning.  Nope. It was a reasonable 149.  If it continues it's (lately) usual pattern of dropping twenty to forty points, I'll be in very good shape.  The total result average is down to 154 (for 17 draws over the last week).  It's... gooder.  I want better, but this is enough.

A few things today, and Monday, and I can collapse again for a time, if needed.  I hope to dig in rather than fall, but you know it isn't always a choice.  Later.