Nothing doing.

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The idea was there.  Work, chores, grooming.  And?  Nothing.  I didn't really eat, either. Two fatted drinks, mostly plain tea if not much of even that, and a salad slipped in at the end.  A quarter cup of cheese and ten mushroom slices was the bulk of it.  Couldn't have eaten anyway.

Medicine was taken.  I try to get morning medicine absolutely as early as my first drink of anything.  My night pills I try to take by early afternoon or I will forget.  Plus, that goal leaves a lot of time for a mistake, like yesterday actually?  Or the day before?  Late, but well before bedtime.  Memory stinks lately.  Which is why nothing got done yesterday.  It was part of it.  Dense psychic fog.

I don't think I took insulin last night.  So I didn't want to test blood sugar this morning. Habits are difficult to break.  Very glad I did.  At 124 definitely fasting, that is the best read in... many months, a year?  Definitely since back when I could fast.  An excellent surprise.

As well, if it took to the final snooze hit possible, the 6:00 alarm got me up.  It is down to 54° F upstairs now.  Pulling the ac's should help.  They aren't well sealed.  Though maybe it won't matter.  It is great for sleeping.  But getting into and out of bed can be a trick.  Well, and snuggling in, warming up, is a push.  But, when arranged, sleep is golden, without actually being a dead sleep.  I am going to try to regain the three to five waking time.  That will require sleeping earlier, and ballbreaking effort all around, plus naps.

It sure feels too early.  Such is life.  Now for a fatted coffee and an attempt to wake, do chores, and perhaps actual work.  Later.