Ugly, weird, annoying.

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Down after 13:30.  How much later is pure speculation.  I looked right at the clock, going over the ridges and valleys of the pronunciations of the terms with tongue and thought and all.  I knew even then it wasn't sticking.  I could have written it down, but if I had been able enough to have thought myself through to there, I wouldn't have forgotten the time.

Now, that bedtime, by itself, is one of the two 'gooder' options.  To either sleep early so as to pick up early, or to stay awake to the far side of noon so as to pick up daylight.  Grueling?  That is the only cut my jib knows.  If you like the cut of my jib, come a little closer and I'll give you a fistful of it.  No, bedtime was fine, if punishing.  It was bedtime, as an extended intensive play, on top of waking time.  The most optimistic length of sleep is four hours, after a slightly less draconian sleep cycle yesterday, and an extended waking period both times... probably eighteen to twenty hour days?  I think it is the heat?  Or, really, warmth.

Oddly, other than some sense of midsection pressure, as if gassy but not, and mild grogginess, I don't feel terrible.   Blood sugar is also... okay, at 137 fasting, two points better than yesterday.  And it may be the lowest fasting blood sugar since starting insulin again?  Still, it is a bit rough.

The hope is another shave, a shower, back to a juggling of dishes, bedding change, and a load of laundry?  That is the plan.  Then a nap?  Maybe.  It's a tough one.  Later.