A tough week.

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I keep hoping for improvement.  Always tired, usually sore.  Blood sugar has gone crazy.  I ate a few things of a questionable nature, if technically within carb count, labelled as having no sugar.  Can't believe labels.  I am lowering it, slowly.  In a few days I will begin checking blood pressure.  If it is pretty stable but higher, I will stop checking until a week or two into the last dose increase.

It was down to 64° upstairs, five feet from me, 66° close to me, with only an interior fan going.  With long and short sleeve t's as a pj top, in unders, one blanket was perfect.  It is a warmer blanket, and still, that one was enough was good.  I did add a quilt later, just for a bit.  Sleep was actually quite good.  It was as good as it gets.

As I came downstairs, I found the furnace running.  It is set for 66°.  I was surprised it wasn't running yesterday, so I can't say I was surprised.  I will leave it at 66° until the outside is dangerous, to me.  Then I like more of a store of warmth inside in case the furnace goes out.  Then, 70° to 72°, in the main.  It will be a lot cooler elsewhere.

I went to let the ducks out.  They were already out.  I am almost certain I put them away last night?  At first I couldn't find them.  Then it looked as if only three were there.  The fourth appeared and all was good.  I didn't do much else, but their feed has been shielded, placed in a barrel with a lid.  Plastic for now.  Mice had figured how to get into open bins.  Quite a jump, both in and out, but they did it.

A nap, I do believe.  Later.