A good night.

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Burned the hotdogs.  But... they are hotdogs, so...  All good.  It isn't cooling as quickly as hoped.  Partial cloud cover.  Perhaps it will bring rain.  The lawn is being watered.  Two areas hit.  Still looking pretty good, generally.  It's a pleasant hobby if it isn't required to distraction.  Feeling good, if generally tired.  It's just the late summer doldrums.  A good rain would sooth that.

Ah, but the clothes line poles are all cut, assembled, and installed.  The foam post fill is simply being allowed to dry, set.  Hopefully, if all is well tomorrow, the pulleys and lines can go up.  As is, I am planning on having three lines.  However, I am considering putting up a short line to another post, for very heavy items, such as quilts.  So they don't stretch the longer lines.  It's a thought.  One more dig with a posthole digger.

I checked the ducks, for no good reason.  I do that, occasionally, if I am awake anyway.  Not every night, never twice in a night, just a few times a week.  I had forgotten to feed the girls.  They were rather... pleasant... considering.  They can be rather bearish if I miss a feed.  Still, I was out, and running, and going with little sleep today.  Sometimes they understand.  Though, too, as with the ducks, I don't mind them going hungry once or twice a month... if not usually for a whole day.  Usually.

A few more security devices were installed.  It won't, even now, keep any out.  It might make it more apparent if someone got in.  Might.  Someone is still, occasionally, getting in.  It's like they know.  If I forget to lock a door, if I'm not paying attention, they press it.  They really do.  My guess is more people are being burgled that realize.  I don't always know what was taken, or done.  Sometimes I can tell, because the machine and router are both off, as I left them, and hot.  Which meant they were just running.

Oh, working on the computer and phone.  Trying to get the crooked services as off as possible.  It is all of the involved, the phone manufacturer, the service for the phone, the app crafters and outlets, and of course governments and outside business interests.  They are all hacking your data, or trying.  They sometimes work together, sometimes stumble over one another, sometimes out and out cross each other.  That latter is the best opportunity for me.

I forgot insulin with dinner.  So I am having a final fatted coffee and dosed with it.  A small dose, and the slow acting stuff.  I can't believe how well blood sugar has been.  I'll keep at it.  As little as I am actually doing.  I still think my artificial sweetener was being spiked.  Probably an attack.  Some would rather I not be here.  Never can tell who, but they are out there.  Later, or good night.