Not what was planned.

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Sidetracked, in a good way.  It started with collecting trash.  Which led to picking up a few areas.  Then sorting through a few boxes.  It just snowballed.  The more I do, the more it seems there is to do.  Oh, I best actually get the trash out.  As generous as our trash bins are, mine is full, nearly.  I have two more bags, and another for cat litter if it won't fit in the other bags.  Ugh.

Cabbage, broccoli, and burger put into patties, then all steamed together, at various lengths.  Cabbage took the longest by far, broccoli just a few minutes.  Quite good.  Cheese on the patties, butter on the veggies.  Quite good, far better than it might sound... especially when eating for life is taken to heart.

My after meal blood draws are staying around 180, give or take five points.  The last middle before meal draws was yesterday and was 166 or so.  I'm almost certain it is lower, but I keep missing taking it far enough after a meal.  Fasting, this morning, was 226.  I'll get better.

I am trying to take advantage of the help I am getting on housework.  Digging in solo adds both to completion and raises the spirits of the helper.  Yeah, that makes a difference.  It certainly raises my spirits as well.  It is almost amazing how much is done in such a short time.

I actually have more help arriving soon.  Strange how these things work out.  Later, or more likely good night.  How about another, last, draw.  Not quite before meal, two hours out, which is merely at the beginning of the down slope after meals... usually.  Hmm, 155 will do nicely.  Longer would get ten to twenty points lower, or more.  Good deal.  Oh, and trash is out, by the magic of the blogosphere, in case you were worried.  Good night.