Monday, is it?

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The good and bad things about being terribly ill is that there isn't a difference between Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday.  I would like there to be.  I try to force the issue.  It just doesn't matter if I can't keep a daily schedule.  Four alarms or two, it doesn't matter.  And, yes, I want it.  If I can get a year of a regular schedule, I would get back to engineering school.  That I want more than anything else.

Blood sugar was a bit high.  At 184 fasting, it is the worst I have seen in a long time, yet not too horrible.  I had potato and more meat than usual.  I will work with it today.  I will add fats back in.  Starting with a fatted tea shortly.

I fed the girls first thing, and started in on the bathroom.  Had to sit, started too fast this morning.  Ducks will be fed and watered shortly.  Then a trim and shower.  Then back to the bathroom and setting up what remains of dishes.  I do believe I will eat as I have a fatted coffee.

I grilled last night.  Pork steaks and what ended up being two portions of chuck roast.  I made the smaller one a spicy job, the other herbal.  I had some of the spicy last night.  I'll either have the last pork steak or a bit of the herbal?  Later, I'll have chia cereal.  I need to mix it up a bit to control diabetes, and get enough fat.  Bleh.

Who ever thought eating fat would become difficult?

How much snow?  I can't see out over the lower south windows, facing over the slanted roof.  Even with the slant, and an ten inch hedge, the snow is still two feet up the window.  Snow or sky is all that can be seen.  I'd best get breakfast going.  Hunger, and wanting to get fed so as to get going.  Later.