Had to sleep a bit more.

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Sometimes I can pop up after a nap, sometimes I  have spend a few hours waking.  This time was the latter.  I had a meal right after waking, a fatted tea.  Then a chia cereal, half dose.  Blood sugar was 174 after sleep if that isn't fasting.  A dose of insulin with both, full 10 cc dose, as the meals were three hours apart.  A bit tight, but no ill effects so far.

I am hoping to begin working.  Clearing a side table, cleaning the bathroom, and doing the larger cache of dirty dishes.  They are soaking, a fresh soapy soak started shortly after waking.  If I can do that, then a shower, perhaps a shave.  That is a lot more work than it sounds.  I doubt I can do that in two days.  Even so, that is the goal.  Sometimes it happens.

I'll need boxes, in order to sort or throw.  I don't have to beg, borrow, or steal.  I'll use the smaller ones for trash.  Ugh.  If I can just... begin.  I am awake much more often, more fully, if irregularly.  I don't need regularity, I do need concentration, focus, the ability to align will power and the flesh.  Something is broken in there.  Still, there is now.  It is often all that I have.

Oh, I will attempt to cut sweeteners again.  Yes, I know, I keep going through this same issue.  The problem is, I can't drink enough fluid to stay mostly hydrated without it, especially on the water pills.  As with food, my addiction is a necessity.  I have tried other sweeteners, with less success.  Either I don't taste sweetness, there are too potent of after tastes, or there is a stronger glucose hit.  As is, with sucradrops... essentially liquid Splenda... the blood sugar spike is rather mild and only occasional, even when abused, used in every tea and coffee for a few days.

I suppose.  To the table.  Hmm, I do believe opening the cave up a bit would be good.  Fresh cool air, and some air freshening as possible.  Later.
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Oops.  Through the magic of walking off without remembering to post, time, and some willpower, the side table has been gone through and roughly dusted.  Room was made under it so as to mre reasonably sport a chair, which means the chair itself will no longer be easily used as another surface.

Pieces and parts, bobbles, tools, and... more other items remain.  I have a small box of various gun kit, and an outdoors box.  The rest?  Well, I don't know.  Some of it is as with the boxed, but too big.  Or, as with butane and liquid lighter fluids, I don't want to box those.  Perhaps fire kit may find their own little box, with those, flint and steel, striker rods, and else.

More, I cleared my chair side table.  Again just mostly.  I actually have breathing room.  I will take a break, then I hope to hit the dishes and then a shower.  That may be about it.  While still looking rough, anyone who visited recently would see some effort.  Oh, I also collected a lot of mail, tore much of it down, and will eventually shred it.

Not bad.  A tiny start on a huge home.  But... it is a start.  I really would do this daily, if I could.  Boring?  Perhaps.  But there is something satisfying to it.  And a clean home would be a treasure.  I am hoping to do a bit more in here before moving on to the bathroom, then kitchen, the bedroom, back here, then the front room.  If I can go just fast enoygh to not fall behind...  uhrm, that's a prayer.

And, finally, at 98, a blood sugar I can live with.  Later.