Helping.

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Had to wake a bit early today.  A friend needed help writing a defense.  I am good at such things.  So, awake early.  It is done.  I believe as successfully and simply as possible.  Elegant?  In it's straightforward simplicity and honesty of purpose, yes.  Don't try to fly 50 cent words across certain desks though... or red flag terminology.  While English isn't my favorite, I do okay with it.  And simpler logic is within reason.  Still, using him and his notions as primary sources, merely polishing ever so slightly, produced a good product.  We have two external reviewers, so...  I'll hear back later what the others suggest, think.

Not much sleep last night.  Four hours?  But, good.  I was well rested yesterday?  I... thought so.

Blood sugar was being funny yesterday.  I was out last night, realized it was falling, so had to drink a Mountain Dew.  I had forgotten my carbohydrate tabs.  Fixed it going forward, but it is what I had last night.  I thought it would destroy blood sugar.  It was 106 when I returned home.  Well, but I knew this morning would be bad.  Nope, my blood sugar was 94 fasting!?!  Wow!  I am not eating differently.  But something has changed.

The ducks are fed, watered, and out.  The cats are about to get there turn.  I may try to hit some of those dishes, then put them to soak for later.  I'd like some breakfast, not sure what though?  Scrambled eggs sounds... okay?  With cheese?  Sure.  But meat with it would be good.  Hmm... not sure I have anything really ready though.  I ought to start checking the prices for ground chicken, turkey, and pork... make my own sausage patties, with various spices, then freeze them in smaller packages?  Yes.  Yes I think so.  If the price is right.  I do prefer pork, but it can be spendy, has been lately.  Money, money, money.

I have been exploring going over to linux.  I found out how to partition the drive on this machine.  I have looked at several distributions.  I have one distribution downloaded, the newest stable ubuntu... or such.  It's a matter of... well... doing it.  It... is... a paradigm shift.  For me.  Some do not understand this whole notion of paradigm.  Do, or do not, there is no try?  Right.  True, young or old, but tradition... change... sometimes it seems that is all I am made of... that latter.    Which makes me reluctant to accept more... change.  You cannot understand.  Yet.  Home is boring... until you realize... there is no home?  *bend*

Hmm... on to something.  No insulin.  Breakfast... eggs, cheese, and a fatted coffee should do well.  Perhaps chop and fry a hotdog or two?  Maybe that would work as a pseudo-meat.  Blackened.

Good morning and day.