Breakfast?

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Not exactly.  Dinner, supper really.  Ribs.  I had them thawed for last week, but it just didn't work out.  They still smell good.  But won't last much longer.  So, into the oven, then a bit of grilling afterward.  Hmm, some veggie?  Green beans if I have them, or beats?  I'll rummage through the fridge.  Blood sugar, last I checked, was at 160.  I am... being cautious with dosing.  Crashes send me on a rollercoaster, which, last time, ended with me eating packs of carb tabs, dozens of candy bars, and five pounds of spaghetti.  I don't want to end up there again.  I completely lost control after a few crashes, I think.  The hindbrain, or subconscious, just... when faced with a few near deaths... does it's own thing.

Laundry has been turned, dishes... actually I reset a few and set up some more.  They should be ready in... about now.  The ribs will be in for an half an hour, so I may try to get the dishes done, then a shower.  Perhaps forty five minutes for the ribs... hard to be sure.  I am cooking them slower today, I don't need to rush.  I should get the grill started, it takes a while to get that to speed.

I am hoping to finish both loads of laundry, and half the dishes, plus supper.  Tomorrow I will hit the counters and sweep, plus get trash and recycling... I think... ready to go.  Not enough recycling to take to the curb, but a bag to the bin.  Trash?  I'll... get it out for sure, and probably to the curb.  I ought to see what else I can fit in there.  Begin getting rid of whatever is possible.  It's free... or... already paid... required to be paid... might as well use it.

Feeling a bit better again, but not quite as good as that start... or shortly after waking.  That was... bliss.  Ugh.  All good.  The pain seems to have gotten me started.  How is that for a show.  Later.