Attack of the alarm clock.

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I started it.  Literally, last night.  And I meant it.  I started going to bed at 18:40, but didn't get there until 20:40.  Yeah, but I've had worse.  As well, I had to push meds.  I was sure I took them first thing.  Wrong day?  Double... no.  I... crap, I took Thursday's morning meds too.  Bleh.  Anyway...  Awake, finally, at 3:40.

I heard the 3:00 alarm and we danced!  I kept hitting snooze, hoping to... sure I would... wake.  At some point I either wore the poor dear out, or bumped the off button.  The alarm is almost perfect.  If battery operated, batteries last years.  It has a 24 hour mode, the light isn't on unless I tap what also passes for the snooze bar.  It is adjusted easily enough.  The only real complaint is that the buttons are too easy to tap.  Further, either ghosts, or... else..., set the alarm(s - it has two, another plus) to active, or it auto turns on from some fluke, a few times a month.  I haven't had it turn of, but I have slept through it.  It is mild, but will ring several times, five minutes apart, and flashes a lemon led while it sounds, so you can see the time.  Oh, and it starts gently and builds volume, I think both through each episode and over the episodes.  It is, for me, as perfect as I have found.

Teeth brushed, meds in, tea going down.  I'll hit brewing tea soon.  I'll set the alarm, to feed the girls and shower in a couple hours, reset the alarm for a few more hours then deal with ducks.  Then, hopefully, on to work today.  Yes, I know what day it is.  If you don't think God doesn't understand, you are a blind zealot.  And if you think you have judgment over God... good luck with that.  Pack for hot when you die.

Blood sugar is 281.  It will come down, but I really have to eat more.  Last night it dropped to 230.  I ate nothing else, and it rose to 331?  Crazy but true.  More fat.  A fatted tea, another cereal, a burger crumble salad and another fatted tea, then a late fatted tea and half a cup of mixed nuts?  Something like that.  Hmm... maybe a fatted bone broth to replace one of the teas.

I am... better.  I feel good, great actually, if still tired.  I am hoping to manage more today.  I promise nothing, merely hope and focus at the efforts.  I'd like to go out, sit, and let the ducks out for a bit.  Sam would probably go out happily.  Yes.  Perhaps acclimating to the outside slowly.  Fresh air and what sun there is does magic, or as close as such goes.  Sunshine, fresh air, a woman, children, and home cooked food from scratch, with a relationship with God.  That is as magic as it gets, or needs to be.

Oh, well, I best set the alarm and get to waking.  Get to church.  And if you do, say a little prayer in my stead, if you would be so kind.  God knows.  Later.