Something, anyway.

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A neighbor suggested he would be having a tractor in town, one I knew had a post hole digger attachment.  So I asked about that.  Just two holes, for the gate to the duck pen.  He let me know when.  Yesterday, at near my bedtime.  Beggars can't be choosers.  H ad to cut a few branches to get the tractor in, but those needed to go anyway.  I've had to duck and dodge through them for... since I have had the ducks... every time I went to feed and water the ducks.

I guess, one might say I was helping.  He and the tractor did most of the work.  Branches were removed as well.  Nothing else hereabouts, but it was a good day just for that.  I was awake to 13:30, then woke at 20:30.  Blood sugar was 79 as I was going to bed, so I ate a handful of nuts and took slow acting, skipping my last fast acting dose altogether.  Blood sugar is 108 fasting, weekly average is 117.  Getting there.  I think that is the lowest fasting blood sugar and weekly average I have seen since restarting intervention, either keto or insulin, if I kept falling off keto.

Tea is brewing.  A fatted tea breakfast.  I may make a chia seed lunch, or added breakfast.  I really need to go shopping, I just want a few bills paid first.  And focus is weak.  I'll keep at it.  I hope to take a nap later, so as to be more read tomorrow.  I... hope.  Lungs burn.  Tired.  Just not enough problems and pain to stay asleep.

Later.