Not bad.

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Not everything though either.  But cleaning took a toll.  I probably haven't seen the bathroom that clean since I moved in.  I didn't mop, it honestly didn't need a complete job, just sweeping and a bit of work around the toilet.  The bowl, inner and outer, the toilet seat, plus the sink and tub got hit well.

Then a shower.  The feel of clean... or cleaner... was good.  I may hit the tub again in a week.  It... it is better, but needs a bit more.  The sink and toilet are as good as they get, so just maintenance is required.  My body was in as much need as the tub.  Another shower, or bath, tomorrow.

It's a pretty day.  White, overcast, but with a surreal fog that does more to... almost transmit light?  Or, it was last I checked.  At 15° F, it seems cooler than usual, if actually warmer than most recent temperatures?  Well, I think so.  If forced to wager, that would be my bet.

Blood sugar was better, 102 several hours after the last meal.  I won't check it again.  It will, by what goes for my crazy circadian rhythm, begin going up.  While it isn't regular absolutely, if my body could, it would tend to something like eighteen to twenty two hours up, with six to twelve hours down.  As I head toward sleep, or when I should(tm) be asleep according to the mal-rhythm, blood sugar climbs, as much as several hundred points, if lately more like a hundred and change.

I... am about to hit it.  Cats and ducks first.  Then that trim.  I love the idea of a beard, mine are more like camel hair, far too itchy.  Good night.