Late.

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Watering the lawn.  Just a few patches, but to water well takes time.  After this spot, I can water the last two spots at once.  Another hour.  Started late.  Lost track.  Drifting in my mind.  I can't even enjoy shows (I like) or games when I am like this.  I just drift between... here and there.

It isn't the heat.  It only got to 73° in here, perhaps 84° to 86° Outside.  If anything I might have been too cold.  Crazy.  Blood sugar has been higher.  I am doing my best, it just isn't cooperating.  Not even in the 180's, but 130's to 150's persistently, consistently.  Correct eating, limited consumption, and reasonable dosing isn't changing the numbers.  Not horrible, it just should be lower.

Other than the ducks and girls, and watering, nothing else.  Frustrating.  I remember dying.  In ways it was like that.  Instead of life slipping my powerful but become impotent grasp, will, it is time.  Oh, make that two more areas to finish watering, an area was overlooked.  All good, it needed it, and it is only every few days.

Perhaps that shower, and setting up medicine?  Ugh.  Focus.  Lacking.  Best turn on ac. I hope it isn't too hot up there.  -  Wow.  It is only 73° up there.  I decided not to turn either ac on.  I may open a few windows, and keep the fan going.  It really is cooling here.  Oh, it is already down to 55° outside.  Then, it is nearly midnight.

Later, or more probably good night.

For your viewing pleasure.  If... I told you so.