Pushing it lately.

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Sure, I ended, technically, with nine hours of sleep.  But it was still a bit warm when I went in, at least my body fussed.  And there were the speedbumps from the alarm cock and snoozes.  I had some hope to wake to them.  That parachute was full of holes.  The heat through the day, while not severe, was enough to take me down a few notches.  And several days recently sleep was restricted.  It all just became bundled and attacked.  With meds being restarted today, there is more fear of even worse.

It was down to 66° upstairs, and in my main and front room.  Outside, as I let the ducks out, it read 62° outside.  All those at about 8:30.  I turned one ac off.  I think, for now, I'll keep one ac running up there, so as to nap around noon.  One will keep it at 66° to 69°, the other will, at best, keep it 70°.  I will never buy a "smart" device again.  Idiot engineering doesn't help when it becomes a manacle.

There is some hope for work and grooming today.  Same plans as before.  I will boil and peel a gob of eggs, pickling a dozen.  Those won't be ready for a couple of weeks.  I don't have enough apple cider vinegar for a batch, though perhaps half that, half white?  It may be too potent on it's own anyway.  I will eventually try various recipes using everything from all of each to a quarter of each vinegar.  It won't be science but, the subjective, mutable, can't be science (another wall against science uber alles), and tastes don't need science.  I may end up, having various tastes for various particular hungers, through the trials.  Strange how tastes change with time.

At 162 blood sugar is up.  I haven't figured how to beat it.  Regularity of consumption and dosing is best.  But I have almost zero capacity for that.  It isn't just eating regularly, but sleeping regularly.  I get a regular schedule a few weeks, maybe months, at a time.  Then it all begins to tumble.  It's even more difficult to try to eat regularly.  Sometimes I have no hunger, sometimes no dishes pots or pans, sometimes my body won't digest the food.  Those on top of the rolling schedule make regulaity impossible.  I've been trying for the last year.

Oh well.  I am alive.  They say I am improving.  I think, finally, for my part, I know better.  The meds might be making it all look good, like enough grease in worn and broken cogs might allow the perception that it works and well.  Truth is, there is almost no there, there.  I'll keep at it anyway.

I looked around the lawn today.  It is looking quite good.  Grass is really shaping up, spreading out, filling in.  This is definitely the best year for the lawn.  More seeding this fall, in the sparser areas.  A lawn becomes an addiction.  Especially if getting out into the out of doors isn't happening as wished.  It's my own little patch of green.  Free of orcs and other dangers, just requiring a bit of care.  Later.