Down late, up early.

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While I was ready and willing to go to bed around 13:00, I wasn't able.  I was too amped, from pushing the tasks through.  It wasn't until 15:00, on the nose.  But when my head hit that pillow?  On the chin.  Lights out.  Awake at 23:00 on the dot.  Physically awake and strong, if the mind has minor fog and lags slightly.  It'll catch up soon enough.

Laundry, the last of the whites, have been started.  Doing those on hot makes the place smell better, drying too.  I don't use hot, even warm, water on anything else.  The drier, to get clothes to dry, in the winter, I have to go to one above air/fluff  (in summer, often, fluff is good enough).  Sometimes I finish clothes two higher.  But whites get second to the highest, with the highest setting as a twenty to thirty minute finish.  Definitely makes the place smell better.

Fasting blood sugar is 124!  I had thought to end my fast today, but I believe I am doing, feeling, better.  I want to continue the fast, especially with this fasting read... incentive.  Once I get it low again, then to eat so as to keep it low.  Not as simple as it seems.  Even the right foods don't always work.  The right amounts is also part of it.  But both of those variables are just that, moving targets.  Anyway, it looks like I will lower the numbers, have lowered the numbers.  It's a start.

The only things planned for today is one more load of laundry, a shower and shave, at least setting up a nearly final batch of dishes, cleaning the stove and flat surfaces in the kitchen, and getting any final trash out.  Still, that sounds a lot more than what is really there.  Much of it is nearly passive or combined actions which work together to the same ends.  I will be ready for this coming week, even getting days back.

Later.