Late, if later would be better.

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I woke, stock, at 22:00.  The goal was midnight.  I couldn't go back to sleep, or even just recline and rest.  Sometimes the body just is ready to go.  So it was.  Up, and going, first thing.  Boxes down.  But I had to go up, anyway, for keys.  Something in a vehicle I need.  Should have looked for luggage, and taken that up, while at it.  Oh well.  But, I did, this time, find the luggage, and set it in the way.  The next time I go up, those pieces will go with me.

It was between 15:30 and 16:00 when I went to bed.  Down, hard, fast.  I slept so well.  When sleep itself is a dream, life is good.  Plus, I didn't sleep on anything wrong.  I haven't done that in a very long time.  I think once, perhaps two to three weeks ago?  So rare, not sure what is different, if I think sleeping on the floor is the thing.

I am, I think, staying up on medicine.  Including starting insulin back up.  Just fast acting, with meals, off the bat.  But the other will be added.  Wait?  It's... the next month.  I can start that again.  I was waiting for the new month, then... got lost with all other plans, happenings, and else.  Good, good.  Tonight.  I'll start that in the rotation tonight.  I take that any time in or near the real evening possible.  Say, between 18:00 and 02:00...  It's not exact.  But if I could be exact, I would be, and it would be taken 20:00 every night... well after any meals, snacks. or other insulin dosing.  But... that's not... how I can arrange my world.  Would love it, can't.

Tonight?  Sweeping the bathroom, filling waterers, then chores and a break.  After the break, a shower, rinsing the floor, maybe twice.  Then, later, mopping it with another type of cleaner.  I'll be looking for knee pads and a scrubber, so as to clean some very particular areas.  I want it clean, down to the shine!

If I can get through that, next is boxes.  Broken down, stacked, perhaps even taken out and loaded, whatever will fit.  As well, meals in there.  I am going to try shirred eggs again.  So very easy.  And the mess, if one butters the ramekins well, and wipes them out when finished, then soaks them immediately, is nothing.  But, that isn't enough enough.  I need something more substantial, at some point.  With burger crumble, the world is rather open.  It might not be keto, but neither are most options open to me.  A fast food meal versus, beans and burger, versus, spaghetti or goulash... that's... sort of where I am at.  Becoming low on funds, so... would rather eat at home.  And, haven't had 'pasgetti in a while.

If anything else can be done, clearing the counters in the kitchen.  While work is hit and miss, and some days nothing or next to it is done, progress is being made.  I am getting from one room to another, one project or task or chore at a time, and slowly getting ahead.  Keeping the bathroom crisp, will help.  A place of centering from which all else will extend.  But having a trim bathroom and kitchen would be a spectacular start, upon my return, of getting the rest of my man cave in order.

I tell you, He is coming.  If I am not ready, I won't have not tried.  Rip and tear, in a different way.  If I fail, my flesh will fail first.  For Him?  The world.  My flesh is, currently, of this world.  For Him, let it be consumed.  It may not even be what He wants, but it... is what will have to be.  Rip and tear, not for some tomorrow.  For Him, tomorrow.  Amen.

Well, on to... chores first?  Yes.  Then any waterers needed can be filled from after that.  Actually, sweeping first, in the bathroom.  Then chores.  Ugh.  Later.