A bit more.

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Chores, changing trash bags, cleaning up a bit.  The extra eggs, and I put the remaining sausage away, for tomorrow.  I'd still like to get a shower in, reset the dishes to a soak, see about the laundry after a shower.  Food is done, for the day.  I didn't eat much, I just... couldn't.

Oh, I best get waterers set up.  Or... go to bed early, hoping to rise early, and get to things in the early dark tomorrow morning.  I am sort of running out of steam.  Did a decent amount of work though.  May still do a few more things.  Maybe a lot of things, I just don't know.

Definitely running out of steam.  But I have gotten a second wind before.  Especially if I can sneak a shower in.  I will need to check blood sugar again, just to make sure it isn't too low.  If it is, something will have to be eaten.  I did dose with fast acting.  It's always tricky at this part of getting blood sugar back under control.  Too little, it does nothing.  Too much and it could crash terribly.

Still, not a bad day.  More work than I thought I would do, even if I had done all that I planned.  Because there was a lot more to do in just a few parts than anticipated from the whole of the list... if that list was the actual whole of it.  So many sneaky little bits and pieces to do just to get to do what I was planning to do!  Still, I'd like to do a bit more.

I'd really like to get the house in real order in a month or two.  Get everything running as it should.  Have a place for everything I am keeping, and get rid of what I don't need or won't ever really want.  Then... make some decisions.  Stay or go... improve or let go... choices.  This is the longest I have lived in a single place ever in my life.  The next longest was... three years in one place?  I think so.  Four times as long as I've ever lived anywhere else.  I guess I thought it would be... different, by now.  Poor health does change things.  I think the choice is to begin moving on again, or to get ready to die here... eventually.

Anyway.  Later, or goodnight.