Tired.

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Very tired.  The snow cleaners were by.  I had hoped to have until tomorrow.  I couldn't do it all, but hoped to get the driveway.  There was nothing I could do today.  Still, with that done, tomorrow I may try to scoop the way between the gate and the outbuilding.  Just in case we get more snow.  If I get stuck, I now am certain, if I needed a pull, I could get it... and easily.  If pushing wasn't successful.

Chores were done.  Their water was all frozen.  They all had food remaining.  Water, twice a day, from now on.  Odd thing?  It isn't even that cold.  At 28, it shouldn't be freezing so quickly and so solidly.  There is no wind.  The air is flat.  I just don't get it.

I haven't figured out how to thaw the hydrant.  Though, I think tomorrow, I will get the hot air gun out there and use it for a bit... on the exposed pipe.  It is galvanized steel pipe, I believe.  It should be able to handle it.  Then, I'll pull a couple of buckets of water out of there every day, back to back.  Maybe twice a day?

Still exceedingly full.  Salad will do that.  Can do it?  Must have plugged the correct fast insulin dose, two hours after and it's 102.  It's a guessing game, some days.  Doesn't always make exact sense.  Though... missing a slow acting, overcounting carbs, misjudging the way it is going... easy to do when trying to run 80 to 100 blood sugars.  Well, and still nervous about being in that range.  It gives very little room for any sort of mistake.  And packaging and manufacturers mislabel.  Though even food from raw can be trickier than it seems.

All medicine in or down.  So very tired.  I just want to give it an half hour to hour, then go on to bed.  Goodnight, sleep well, dream well... or at least enjoy the strife or fear in it.  I do miss having a good nightmare.  It's... been a while.  It's been a while since I have dreamed at all.  Goodnight.