Good.

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Blood sugar went up to 107 after two hours.  It takes... curiosity, faith, hope, and a few other things, to leave it alone when it gets that low.  At least as things have been.  I have been able to sense when there is a problem.  That... I don't have complete faith in that.  But, with a greater focus and that, during smaller reads... it is something.

I watered the front yard.  That is finally looking a bit better.  The back yard is being watered.  It is looking better.  No need to water the side yard.  It gets watered when I let the ducks play.  It looks the best of the yards.  Only the sideyard looks really good, but compared to the start, they are all seriously better.  I thought I might lose all the grass up front.  Half, maybe, if I'm not sure how much grass was ever really on that, and what was there is greening a bit.

Three pork chops went on the grill.  As well as a can of cut green beans.  Not garden fresh, but good.  I did the chops about as rightly done as I ever have.  Sometimes it works, sometimes not.  A glass of milk to go with, and a solid tablespoon of butter on the beans filled it out just right.

The watering is almost complete.  I won't worry about my next blood sugar reading.  I believe I will turn all off and sleep?  Nap?  It will be the first time in days I haven't been chased to sleep by some sort of collapse.  Yeah.  Later, much later, or good night.  Dinner was just right.