Finally, some work.

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To say the place is a mess would be putting it nicely.  I haven't been able to work.  And work is difficult when possible.  Changed out cat litter and swept that area as a part of it.  I went through dishes, fitting what I could into the bin.  Then as much trash as could be found was collected, bagged, put in the bin, and taken to the curb.

It wasn't that much work, but it was all at once.  I am hoping to be to bed by midnight. Far earlier than the last three or four nights.  I did everything in about an half hour.  If I had been thinking, I would have taken a shower first, at least before soaking the dishes.  I will wash off tonight, just not the best, or easiest way.  I'm trying to clean up daily, more so.  Every other day if not possible.  But daily is my ardent intention.

Blood sugar was high this morning.  I've dosed well twice, then a mild dose later.  It's been working.  I also checked bp, finally.  Not perfect, at 125/105, pulse of 91.  It sure beats 150s/120s, much better than 210s/180s.  Choices.  I have only been on full dose for about a week now.  So... yeah.  I am good with it.  I am doing what I can do.  And it is all heading in the right directions.

I called my mother.  She sounds tired, thin.  I know that.  Still, a call and big and small talk, and a long familiar voice, helps.  I tried to keep it cheery.  Yeah, some days.  I wasn't perfect, but... got back to better the few minor strayings.  Fall and spring... good, beautiful, temperate, but... with change follow moods.  Cheers!

Almost bedtime.  Another hour, because.  Good night.