Another opportunity.

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Not good or bad.  Yet.  Sleep was about perfect.  Why my feet aren't freezing, ten degrees cooler, I can't say.  It was 61°  at waking, with one fan going, for fresh air.  It was 66° downstairs, as per the furnace setting.  It looks like it rained last night, some hours ago.  Lots of rain, and cool temperatures... this summer.

I can't remember when I went to bed.  I would guess, almost certainly, a bit after fifteen hundred but well before seventeen hundred.  I looked, several times, while going to bed.  I realized the time had not stuck in memory.  So, once settled, I attempted to ascertain the time, but could not for the life of me roll, find the clock, and gain that data.  I woke right around four thirty.

Today?  Back to the list.  It is a bit shorter.  Dishes, vacuuming, folding laundry, a shower, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning the stove, oven, and counters.  Uhrm, not, probably, all of that today.  But, if I can get going, a good half to three quarters?  Maybe.  The bathroom stuff, counters, and stove top would be enough.  More would be gravy.  I'll thaw meat... chicken drummies and corned beef.  That should last a week.  I have fresh cabbage.  A few young red potatoes and... something else... would be good.

I would also like testing the wattage on various fans.  To see what really is the least expensive to run.  I suspect the fans within the acs eat the most juice, but I may be totally wrong.  I have three standing fans and two floor models to test, plus the two ac fans.  No use testing ac, as they won't be doing much cooling, and even if they did, that isn't needed or probably wanted.  As well, I may begin sealing doors and windows in various ways and installing added security features and locks.  It all feels insubstantial, but I am nearly three hundred pounds of disciplined yet feral strength.  It would need to be well embeded iron or plate steel, on similar or in security concrete for me not to flex tings.  Imagine a three hundred pound bear, with a human-like brain, hungry, believing there is a big ball of honey on the other side.  It's... always... hungry.

I cheated yesterday.  Pasta.  With more of that pork, ghee, and some diced fresh tomato.  My so bad I'll finish it today.  Still got blood sugar to 133 three hours later.  Yeah, but it was delicious.  I have to actually cheat at least monthly, sometimes every other month, sometimes twice a month.  After today, back on the chain gang.  If I could afford steaks, I would use those as my cheatmeals.  They are so far out of my grasp at this point I have stopped looking.  Even beef ribs are a rarity.  So little for so much.

Well, that pasta,  just with tomato and butter.  Later.