Not always what was wanted.

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Lists of lists.  Things to do.  Work, chores, calls, bills, etc.  All have their own best and worst times.  Some by date, others by time, the last are regulated by my capacity.  As well, there are daily chores, but... when I am running a time lapse, and my days are very long or very short... I can only do what I can do.

I finally called my brother.  I called once to no answer, called my mom and she made a suggestion, then called again.  Had good talks on both calls.  I have learned the trick... don't be family, don't be right, and listen?  Something like that.  I learned from my mom, when she remembers, which is almost always now.  It is good to have family.  I will try to keep up, and add a few more, now that humility and civility are... nearing automation.  An aunt I have always adored, an sob of an uncle, a cousin or two.  Just... to... be alive... more alive... for a while longer.

I... don't know why, but time has flown this morning.  I checked my account, I should have enough for groceries finally.  I created a list, but may not get all.  Oh, crap, one last bill is overdue.  Water.  This coming month... Ugh.  So close to having everything caught up.  It is tight anyway, but being behind is murder.

I'll hit aspirin again.  Fluids aren't being expelled quickly, but taking more waterpills makes me quite ill.  It'll just have to be a slow grind.  At least, mostly, no area is screaming, if quite a few are sore.  Yes aspirin.  Blood sugar went up without eating.  I had forgotten it does that when average goes below 150.  My monthly average is at 119.  Anyway, at 118 I dosed, am eating, and will figure out how to eat more.  Popcorn?  It seems like a bad food, but usually gets insulin to work better than not eating enough.

It is gray and 40° F out there.  Still... it is a good day.  Later.