It could be worse.

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There was some hope, with blood sugar staying in the 120s yesterday evening and night.  But no, blood sugar is 164 fasting, one point higher than yesterday morning.  It is better than 200 andd up.  Cold tea, from now on unsweetened, as a starter, with hot tea on the way.  I will have a fatted tea shortly, then a shower.  Since I no longer sweeten, I will try a tab of butter along with the cream, just for occasional variety.  Spices from time to time as well.

Sleep was okay.  Good actually.  The girls, or Sam... the old gal... was a pain.  I know it wasn't food.  So I cleared litter.  But that wasn't it.  She disturbed me all through the very early morning until I woke.  Even as cool as it is, or seems, it is too warm to close my door.  Especially since the window ac that fits in there no longer works.  It must have died in the winter.

Oh, meds and a fatted tea, then a bit of waking, then a shower.  My stomach is growling?  How very strange.  It is so rare it was thought one of the girls was snoring.  One of the funniest things.  Both do it, and fairly often... like little pigs.  Oh, funnier yet? Sam decided to come over and sit in an unusual place, just to check on the noise.  I ought to record her snoring, and play it back when she is trying to sleep?  She wouldn't get it, or wouldn't care.

Later.