Did not want to wake.

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But, it is trash day, I missed last week, have even more to go, plus Sam and the alarm said so.  Set for eight, Sam came up and bugged me, and was rebuffed, two seconds before the alarm went off.  Ugh.  Snooze.  I hit it.  But rather than snuggling back in for my snooze time, I called Sam over and mauled her... in her favorite way.  Like a hand car wash... without the water, for cats.

I call it marauding.  She loves being marauded!  It also helps me wake up.  Tactile, the feel of fur, warmth, the purring and resistance.  All very good.  I hit the snooze one more time, while off and on playing and petting Sam, but turned it all off and got up before the next buzz.  I am grateful.  While the girls tag team against me, to try to wake me, if necessary... so definitely enjoy... they also do it to be fed.  It's a mutually beneficial exchange.

Trash wash bagged and out as quickly as possible.  I bagged recycling too, but use that so little.  One tiny bag of very empty catfood tins and a very few other items... I wasn't dragging the bin to the curb for that.  I really should use it for cardboard boxes, but simply haven't been doing well enough to get that going.  I'm... I'll... get on it, to it... Ugh.

Ducks and cats next.  Litter still needs worked, but... later.  I've done what I can do to start the day.  Fresh tea is going, so a fatted tea after that is brewed, then poured and allowed to cool.  I am not like the old sea salts who drank it burning.  Not... sure why... or how... they could do that.  Scalding.  I have to get to dishes, and a shower, today.  Have to.  Must.  Running out of time, on everything, and so stuck!  Gah!

Oh, blood sugar is slightly lower this morning, down to 201 or so.  It's a twenty fivish point drop from the last two days.  It's going back down.  I did reorder Halloween candy.  Full size candy bars.  I have been tempted, but this time... no.  I think I will do just fine.  They are for the kids, and a few special neighbors.  Full size candy bars are quite appreciated.  It's tight, even as a bachelor, but... I can so I do.  Snot-noses and all.

I thank God every day.  Not because I can work, or can't.  But because I can still try, still make a go out of it.  Failing so often, one would think surrender would be the only thing left.  I won't give up.  He hasn't, on me, us.  I will, every morning, give it my level best.  I might not do a damned thing, but I won't have just surrendered.  I'll even work on working several times through the day.  If it kills me.

Have any of you been saying good morning, out loud, to Christ and maybe Mary?  I have been, to the best of my recall.  There might have been mornings missed, but... if I think so, I do it later.  Or I am in such a bad state nothing has been possible... wasn't aware.  It really does change some perspectives.  I am not going to do it for a week, I am going to do it for the rest of my life.  Odd thing?  Not only do I believe they can hear me, it also makes them much much closer.  It's... almost spooky.