Christmas has snuck up on me.

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I lost the date in there.  I actually put Christmas and a few other holidays on my digital calendar, if they get wiped when I update.  I guess I didn't update this last year?  Must not have.  Even so, I am in such a state that it doesn't make sense, alarms and warnings.  It is that time already?

The ducks, first thing.  They had pecked through the ice, which was an inch thick.  At least they had been able to dig through.  I watered them this morning.  Midmorning or early afternoon?  Actually probably between six and seven.  About when I crashed?  Memory has been bad lately.

Up at 16:30, give or take an quarter hour.  Everything hurts, but more softly.  I forgot the slow acting insulin last night.  Oddly, my fasting blood sugar is 151 so about 70 points lower.  That doesn't make sense.  I think that stuff only works on a very regulated eating schedule.  Fasting causes it to raise blood sugar.  Just a missed meal, or one with too few carbs?  I haven't fully figured it out.  As I haven't figured out what to do about Christmas.  Not sure if I can do much.  I may well forget before I fully wake.  A price of being the living mostly dead.  Then again, I can't be sure I have been taking medicines correctly.  I may go back to logging food and insulin.  I just... can't... remember.

Odd, but the girls didn't visit today.  It was up to 59° upstairs, the warmest it has been in a week or three?  Yea, I wake.  Sometimes I sleep as the dead, but... something remains aware.  Though, perhaps, the girls just know how to wake me, or leave me asleep.  Many of my women knew how to do both.  Most of them loved to watch me sleep.  Okay, I get the creep factor in that, thinking on it.  If, from the viewer's side, there is something innocent, peaceful, about a sleeping woman.

Later.