Rather shot.

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It was 68° outside, 68° and 65° main and front, 66° upstairs, when I woke.  Only had one ac running, the good one.  It must have really cooled through the night, in the early morning, because it was only down to 68°last I checked within an half hour either side of ten.  All good.  But the cool keeps surprising me.

Even with the cool, it is still high summer.  Too much sun.  I could only imagine equatorial living.  That and polar living provide the bookends of extremes.  I vastly prefer the middle.  At least spring and fall offer some time to function.  For me, the other seasons are merely survival.  Even as pleasant as it has been.  All that sun...

Hopefully being back on meds will help. One day, half the usual dose, no troubles yet.  I had thought to go up to five water pills, flurosimide at 40 mg per.  Decided to try just three, for a few days.  Surprised again.  It looks like three was quite enough.  I am already nearly back to trim, contemplating cutting back to two.  Can't seem to cut it altogether, or even to one.  So, I actually doubt the fraction ejection number.  My heart is still back dumping blood into my lungs.  I am down to a gallon a day, as diabetes is mostly controlled.

Blood sugar is 152 fasting.  I just can't seem to eat enough to dose enough to get lower fasting numbers.  And, from experience, that is what it takes.  As well, hitting the right amount of insulin.  Too much won't lower, might raise, the reading.  Too little won't change it enough.  I really need to eat and dose two to three times a day, within six to ten hours.  Intermittent helps sometimes, not others.  It does help to track eating, so grazing all day is less likely.  I just can't eat right in high summer.

Best let the ducks out.  No watering of anything for several days.  I can go look over the lawn, just to get bits of sun and check the grass out.  If I am going to bother growing it, I ought to go out and enjoy it.  Crazy, but it feels like fall is happening.  The leaves aren't changing, at least there is that.  Later.
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Looking over what shows as having been read, someone hit on a music video which fits the mood or sensation of what I described as surviving high summer.  Even pain is muted.  As mentioned, if you have seen the other side, even if you don't know fully, you do know.  Faith is for the blind, the hopefully, and too often for the damned.  Whoever does that, does it far too often to be coincidence, whether intended or not.  ...  I think they have the bug.