Ah, stats.

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BP was a bit odd, at 114/86 with a pulse of 80.  Then again, I am wearing a belly band, for my pistol.  It's probably increasing it just a bit.  Still, not bad.  Blood sugar is 126.  Oddly low, given several recent readings.  But I'll take it.  Mostly doing nothing.  I can't wake, or get going well.  At all actually.

It is starting to cool off for the night.  It is cooler than usual.  It just is.  Or I think so.  Though it is steady.  So far.

I don't mind.  With the way I am doing things, I am sleeping warmly, comfortably, mostly.  There is always a night, from time to time, where I didn't reset the blankets, or I kicked and rolled more than usual... creating drafts.  Even then, with my pj's, it works well enough.

No serious pains or aches.  A bit today, but so light, mild, disperse, that I almost don't count it.  Tired, again.  Not sure why, if I think it is a combination of still getting used to medicine as well as the cold... or perhaps attempting to get used to medicine in the cool.

I will check the waterers tonight.  But I think they will still be good.  Being put out warm, at 40ish F, even if it feels chill.  Some may have been emptied though.  Some of the rabbits really eat and drink a lot.  Others have learned to conserve, just in case.

I may try to call my mother.  The problem is I have to wait until after she eats, perhaps until, what, 19:00 her time?  Something like that.  After dinner, and hopefully not when bingo or such is on.  Assuming she hasn't shut her phone off again.  If so, I won't call again until she calls me.  I just won't mess around too much.  Not grumpy about it.  It means she is fitting in, staying busy, and such.  Puff the magic dragon must always be left behind as people go about their lives, grow up, and go away.  I am used to that.

Chores... I'll do that now, so that when I feel it, I can go on to sleep.  Oh, but a bite to eat... a single cheese sandwich, an extra slice of cheese, and a fatted... something.  Goodnight, most likely.