One can hope.

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Blood sugar at 67 was rather low.  I had already dosed in prep for a meal!  So I had a treat as well.  At 121 now, I am slightly relieved.  Not sure why such large swings when yesterday, today, and tomorrow see very similar consumption.  Whatever, I do my best.  Muddling through as always.

Laundry is getting a final run.  Dishes have been reset, some washed and set to rinse.  The ducks have been fed and watered.  The girls have gotten litter changed or refreshed.  Most trash was collected and taken out, I just hope in time.  I was blocked in by a lawn mower for some unknown reason, in front of the lawn tractor... which again isn't starting.  All nearly blocking a snow-locked SUV!

It took a bit, some maneuvering, pushing, pulling, defrosting, and scooping, but I finally cleared a way out and got the trash to the curb.  I just hope it was out in time.  It is rough in here.  I am hoping, with the bathroom clean... cleaner... to start in the kitchen this week.  Well, the kitchen and boxes.

Maybe not at this pace.  Not on Christmas day.  But... some things, here and there.  I will be keeping the smaller stout boxes to begin separating what I can't, won't, don't need or use.  Lots of things to just... go.  As I said, when I get half a room of go stuff, I'll order in an industrial dumpster.  Much must go.

It won't letting go with just memories, but memories I had hoped to make.  Well, not just for myself.  I had hoped for a family.  That too must go.  So be it.  Got to get ready in case I can't keep this house as well.  So... so many things must go, not only the physical.  For some of us, I think the death thing is closer to home.  Later.