Rough around the edges.

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Very tired as well.  Even on medication regularly, my blood pressure is jacking as high as the 170's/110's, if pulse has been in the low 70's.  That is the right arm.  The left pulls it down to the 150's/90's~100's, pulse the same.  The only thing different is eating again and cutting the water pill.  Food?  Maybe.  The water pill?  Possibly.  I'm going back to three of those, and will watch consumption after this large thaw of meats.  Blood sugar had been stable, even beginning to drop.  Not today.

I am up a bit late today.  At 7:30, it isn't too bad.  I have no idea when I went to bed, if I believe it was before 21:00, after 20:00.  I am achy this morning, have been since getting over the flu.  Probably from all that sleep.  Until I can lean into work the kinks will remain.  Aspirin will do, every few days.

I am learning how to layer, with winter clothing.  There is this and that garment, two to five layers, tops and bottoms, then of various materials, for various situations.  Active from a slow walk to heavy work or a serious pace, to partly or completely immobile such as in a hunter nest or blind.  I realize I need bigger boots for thicker socks.  Why manufacturers try to push sizes too small I can't say.

I have opened things up for the ducks, gotten them water as well.  They still have a cup of food, so no more.  I will check later.  They are back to eating.  It is a matter of adjusting feed to their current needs.  I am guessing about a cup and an half per day.  I like to feed them twice, with the majority in the morning.  Oh, I'd like to put out more wood chips, leaves, and a bit more hay.  I like my critters.

I have realized I can't keep the furnace up.  I simply can't sleep that way, even stripped. I still sleep too hot.  I could keep the door shut, if even that isn't a guarantee.  But then the girls would be pounding on it half the night and giving me stink-eye for... forever.  So, like or not, down to 68 at night.  If I was more sure about things, I would take it to 62.  I wouldn't notice in my bedroom.  I think the cats can handle to just above the high 40's, and that long term, so 62 would do.

Well, fatted tea, a few chops, then to work if possible.  A few calls around 11:00, docs, supplies... then plans from there.  Life has become a crossbreed of an elephant and a rhino... it has become an heliphikno.  You can quote me.  No complaints, just sharing observations.  ;p  Later.