Success isn't always what it seems.

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I have been able to manipulate sleep and waking cycles to make appointments.  However, in doing so, I have lost almost total control, even influence, over everything else.  I am eating, sleeping, and awake as if an animal.  I have one last appointment to make, and one set of paperwork to do, then I can devolve to winter mode caveman living.

I have attempted to manage life.  There simply isn't a way, means of manipulation, as driving on ice after finding an ice patch at speed.  I didn't wake until noon.  I have no idea when I went to bed.  I just remembered medicine, save insulin.  Blood sugar was a bit high at 178 but not bad with corned beef and fixings.

Slipping and sliding.  I had hoped to be to bed about now.  I have to stay awake for four more hours, so as to take night meds.  An early rise again.  If possible.

Not sure what is up with the girls.  Spoiled, lately, but at least Sam is being mean.  Perhaps Sassy, but if so, not to my knowledge.  Weird how they get.  Later, or good night.