Feeling great.

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In some senses it doesn't matter.  I can't regulate my sleep and wake cycle at all.  I am awake until I crash, then sleep until I don't, or can't.  I can't function, eat, cook, clean, or else.  If there weren't too many things in the way, every direction I turn, I might be able to do more.

A load is in the laundry at least.  I hope to get laundry sorted right down to the last load, and a shower and shave while at it.  I need to do paperwork.  I... have had it on my mind.  The ducks were put up at the correct time.  They'll be let out rightly too.  A bit late out yesterday.  I do my best.

Regular food would be super.  I've become picky, as much for diabetes as taste, texture.  I'll get something figured out.  I just can't do sardines.  I used to enjoy canned oysters... no longer.  Can't eat crackers anymore, which is part of it.  The other part is getting used to quality home cooked, from scratch, food.  It's the only way to treat diabetes without awful drugs.

I do feel good.  I mean really good.  I'll do what I can.  Later.