Almost ten hours down.

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I don't have to like it.  I did need it.  I woke a a quarter to two yesterday morning, and was awake until 18:00, at least though to bed before 19:00.  Well before.  Up more than eighteen hours, easily adding one or two hours from various roundings.  on a cold dark damp day in a long line of such days?  Okay.  It wasn't all on purpose, but I was able to push through due to blood sugar concern.

Glad I did.  Fasting blood sugar is 182, running average is 150.  Improving.  I could have skipped the final snacks, but trust takes time.  The first health threshold has been reached, the average at or below 150.  The next key is to have fasting blood sugar below 150.  The next hurdle is to keep all draws below 180.  Then to get average and fasting draws to the 130s, then 100's.

I was here recently.  Actually better.  But I wasn't sure how to land the lower readings without crashing.  So I took off to come around for a second landing.  I sure hope this will be it.  I made mistakes last night, jacking my fasting a bit.  It could definitely have been worse.  Now to settle in, cut trim, relax, and taxi in.

Dreams.  Someone was outside.  Spying?  Sort of, not .gov, more a nosy neighbor for a small group of other nosy neighbors.  I didn't know this one, if I think I knew some of his kin.  He didn't see what we were calling a lion but was actually a tiger creeping up behind him.  I warned him through my window and grabbed my walking stick on my way out.  More like a staff, with a solid, perhaps iron clad root bulb at the top.

He sprinted into the garage and around the Xterra.  It was enough to lose the 'lion' for just a bit.  As it came running out, I had gotten out there.  It hadn't seen me.  I wasn't sure it was wise, but, I clobbered it on the head.  It bitched, sputtered, drew back for a lunge.  I drew back for another fast strike.  It lunged, but short of my target for striking, then veered off, careening in a new direction away from us.

My human visitor was shaken, and a bit miffed at both now holding a debt and having been so obviously caught sneaking about.  I made it clear his attitude was unsat.  I suggested he go home and that none return.  And so it was.  I liked that staff.  Iron or steel capped, taller than me, yet somehow rather light and well balanced.  I have dreamed of that staff before, both in other dreams, and of obtaining it by itself.

Other dreams.  But they have mostly faded.  Flying as a dragon.  Searching for a dire evil.  Possibly going to my end.  Such is duty.  But not a forced duty.  A gift.

Perhaps a few notions from the dreams remain.  Not always the hero, the bad guy, or the observer.  Sometimes everybody is bad.  Sometimes nobody is actually bad.  If everybody is an observer.  Certain key points remain constant, if my role changes, as it has, does, will.  Later.