Now I can tell you.

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Before I said anything, I wanted to make sure I wasn't broken.  Sunday, or Monday, while coming downstairs... without strength for it had left me, I fell.  sliding, rolling, bumping. most of the way down the stairs.  Nothing hurt, immediately.  I thought I was okay.  Still, I waited to write about it.

Great, now I have fallen as often as my mother.  Though, the two legs in one shorts leg was a once ever thing while I was in a rush for some reason, and this was due to strength failure.  I had a grip on the rail, but no strength to arrest my velocity, which I rely upon.  So nothing doesn't make sense, it wasn't some unknown failure.

The last few days, part of the pain I have been knowing is from that fall.  Some of it is from efforts I have been putting out.  Still, for what I have done and put myself through?  Not bad.  Blood sugar is high.  I forgot slow acting and ate a few tabs last night before sleeping.  But it had been down to 93.  While I had some kefir, that doesn't usually protect against drops, so... tabs since I couldn't cook.  I'll... keep with it.

Today?  Chores, of course.  Cats as well, which aren't officially chores?  Cats are more like myself...  They are family, not livestock, mostly.  The hope is to clear and clean the kitchen and bathroom, then make something to eat.  If I can.  Gaming the new game between this and that.  Good afternoon and day.