Fevered yet.

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In the background, on a back burner.  As long as I am not too active it should be good. I want to be somewhat into life, or I will get the chills.  It is a precarious balance.  Chicken is finally going.  I lost track.  I'll have to watch it carefully, as hot as it hot.  Hmm, I never set the tea either.  I am so very sick.  I hope food will help.  I 'll add corn with supper.  The second to the last bag of Iowa corn my mother sent.  Still amazingly fresh.

So stuck in illness.  Will be for a while.  I need to get out , but not in the heat.  Too sleepy at night, perhaps in the morning?  If possible.  It wouldn't have worked this morning.  Beef, cabbage, lettuce, some pork, more chicken, but... small.  I am beset for at least the next two months.  As is, all "discretionary spending" will only be on food, and even there it will be the most meat to the mile.  Chia seems expensive, until you realize two tablespoons is a full meal.  A two pound bag lasts months.  As an example.

I can't believe I am so sick, and that there isn't a thing to be done for it bug gobs of aspirin, rest, staying cool and down, and the passage of time.  Literally sun poisoning.

I pulled the chicken early.  Or the outside would have burned.  It was already rather crispy.   With residual heat, sitting in the cold oven while corn finishes, it should cook off.  I just hope the skin stays crispy.  Essentially, a fat based faux potato chip!  Love it or hate it.  I'll gladly cover for haters.  Blood sugar is 178?  I... can fix that.  Later.