A bit more snow?

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According to predictions, it would be no surprise.  I looked out from upstairs.  It looked like more snow, but the angle is wrong to be sure or tell how much.  Waking, breakfast, and the cats fed.  Soon to get to the ducks, then I will know.  I am not moving fast today.  I really didn't want to get up.  I simply couldn't sleep more.

Blood sugar was 129 fasting this morning.  No, I wasn't careful with what I ate yesterday, if I watched volume?  A bit, if not exactly a diet volume.  And I did go for a minor helping of seconds.  No pie though.  I guess a feast is possible from time to time.

I am hoping to roast hindquarters later.  Hmm, I may begin their brine.  Not necessary, but it does add that chef, mom, or wifely touch.  Food should receive proper attention, it is the sacrifice of mundane life.  Something dies so something else can live.  And we yet live in a world of miracles.  Food availability is just one.  It is Thanksgiving every day.

A fatted coffee as I decide whether I can get going or need a nap.  Later.