Awake anyway.

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Sleep was good.  It stayed cool enough.  No kicking off of blankets this time.  Blood sugar was 179 at waking, if... I keep losing track of medicine.  I can't always keep up.  If I die, well, we all die eventually.  I do what I can.  So far so good.  I am hungry for meat.  Soon.  Before popcorn it was chia and fatted coffees and teas.  Back to chia and fatted drinks.  It's what I have.

The lawn is really growing and greening.  I still have two yellow spots.  One is being watered tonight.  The main zone, in front, will get two hours, a lesser zone also in front will get an hour.  The back yard spot will get two hours tomorrow.  Then, probably, a day off after that.  Too much water is as bad.  I'm only even watering this much because of seeding.

Hopefully, tonight, I can get back to work.  It is 76° inside, 70° out, or was an half hour ago.  So everything is open.  I'll want it a bit cooler before starting in on work.  While it feels cool enough, if I break a sweat I won't be able to cool back down.  Just a fact.  At 73° a break means something.  I don't have the health to maintain a long sweat and keep working.  Too old, too ill.  But I can hit it, rest and refresh, and come back to it a few times, in the right conditions.

If I can get going, first another shower and shave.  Then dishes in, then a break.  After the break, laundry going and then a start back in the bedroom.  I think I will try to keep my focus on the bedroom until the floor is cleared and the wire box shelving is installed upstairs and down, and the closet upstairs is fitted with pipe for hangers and the standing closet is...  I am not sure whether to use it or where, if so.  As well, I will be juggling spots of laundry, dishes, and cleaning the bathroom in chunks.  Bleh.

I may break the bed down as well.  I won't get rid of it quite yet, until I am sure I can sleep on the floor.  But it will be ready to go in any case.  Besides, if I can't sleep on the floor, I will want a new mattress.  I was brutal on the poor thing.  It was made to handle well more than my weight at even that time, and my height made it easier, but I didn't flip it as often as I should have and time just... isn't kind.

Oh, and during breaks, I would like to be working in the living room, getting back to where I had it fully, then keep going.  I think I am back to trying, doing, more.  Sleep is back in trim and agony has passed.  I will work through the week and start sleeping on the floor again this weekend.  This time with strategy, and some endurance gained from the cot.

Later.