A strange day.

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As mentioned, yesterday I ate bad food.  Yes, there is bad food and wrong answers.  As a result, blood sugar was... high.  It was 245 at 14:00, ish.  Or, almost.  I had cabbage, butter, and mushrooms.  As well, a decent dose of insulin.  By 23:00, almost, it was down to... 91?  Yes.  After brots, sauerkraut, and milk, it was up to 140.  A few hours on, a few more brots, a fatted coffee, but it is bedtime.  That was a 154 point drop, in less than half a day.  Odd.

Watered the front yard, using a circle pattern device, slightly overlapping, just the one device, through the night.  Back yard tomorrow, in a similar pattern.  I think it gets more water, some how, and more efficiently.  I am believing this because of how much better the side yard looks.  Trying whatever might work.


Oh, she has been tangling my dreams, even when awake.  I can smell her, lingering after sleep, deep thought, other?  I met her after I had died a few times.  The only lover who was psychic on her own.  I could share my... death changes with some women.  This one... saw everything.  I felt everything.  We shared.  Beyond, we amplified each other.  As marvelous as being together was, it was also agony.  Not for here, yet, in flawed flesh.

She knew of my first real love and... what we became.  She lives with me, I am dead for her.  I don't believe I remembered back then.  Now some of her questions make sense. The woman in shadows... she wanted to know who, and about her.  I couldn't tell her what I didn't know, remember.

Some strange new view about her and I and more recent thoughts.  I can't always tell when which of us was speaking.  Still can't.  I didn't and don't mind.

Oh, and a warning.  Not the one on my mind from recently.  The memory of a warning that has never stopped being true.  Nothing I can do.  Good night.