Sleeping.

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Every three to twelve hours, I have been crashing.  No dizziness or true failures.  Simple weariness handled easily with a little or a lot of sleep.  No dreams now.  Pain has disappeared.  Even hunger is something lost in the fog.  Diabetes is being weird, going up without eating.

As I can be aware, I attempt to work on medical and other needs.  Dosing as needed, when I remember to check, and or dose.  I finally boiled three dozen older eggs.  If my oldest eggs are fresher than the 'freshest' storebought.  I pickled two dozen.  I may boil another three dozen Sunday, pickling another dozen.  I need to water glass  (lime/lyme) some eggs too, soon.

A dozen or two as they are available.  It takes six to eight days to pickle.  With two different quarts, I'll get to try various strengths.  White vinegar this time.  I am hoping to try making a few deviled eggs from each batch.  I would like to get two jars put up for each month, then similar amounts water glassed.  As well, trying various recipes.  I might try some frozen.

I haven't been able to work for more than fifteen minutes every three hours.  I begin to fail.  Tire.  By work I mean sort materials while searching for keys.  Some organization is happening, though mildly.  I do what I can.  It isn't much.  If I had a booster button I would press it.

I'll... keep at it.  Hmm, you know, egg salad sandwich, using keto flatbreat, and maybe tuna?  Not fancy, but it's been a bit.  And, actually, with mustard, mayo, fresh ground pepper, garlic and onion, it... is a bit of a treat.  Would go well in a leaf of lettuce too.  If I had such.  Later.