A bit past one.

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Up right at 01:00, which is a good thing.  I wanted to slow the push through to days down a bit.  Do a controlled approach, rather than crashing on through for another spin.  This might work.  I keep missing medicine, though.  Still, I'll... keep trying.  I missed slow acting insulin last night, but this time I knew it.  However, upstairs, in bed, when it hit me, there was literally nothing I could do.

Oh, I did try to get out of bed.  I couldn't even sit up.  I tried until I woke much later and realized I had failed.  What a gig.  No, I didn't even try later on.  The realization of missing meds and not being able to get up just passed over me, as I laid there nearly completely crippled, then passed and allowed me to sleep again.

It's deep winter, and feels it.  It is dark, there is an edge to the cold, fog and overcast the last two days, deeply.  Frosting the world thickly, enough to pseudo snow from what was left frozen to everything.  Beautiful, terrible, though not dangerous... unless one was stuck in it, without the right clothing.  In the mid teens, from what I remember reading yesterday.  But, there is something oppressive about the weather these last days.  Ominous, dangerous, mysterious, disincentivizing.

Today?  First thing, trash and recycling.  Ugh, but that just hasn't been done.  I want it done, and out, and maybe to the curb.  It hasn't been a rough few days, it's been a rough week.  Getting to anything has been almost too much.  I did get kefir going.  That shouldn't have been difficult, but it was murder.  A good thing though, it creates a food I can eat, from a food I shouldn't eat.  And... is a good side hobby/hustle.  Plus, it helps keep a dairyman and his good wife in business.

If I can get out, I'll get another gallon of milk though.  And a sour cream.  Their sour cream is to die for.  And, while I love their milk straight, I just can't do it these days.  Perhaps never should have?  Some say milk shouldn't be consumed by cats, or humans.  I don't know, I just know I can't do it now.  But as kefir?  Or yogurt if I could go that way?  I think so.  I still get a cup a week, or two.  And try to remember to offer Sam some.  She really loves that stuff, she's a daddy's girl that way for sure.

Trash, recycling, litter, and a shower.  Oh, sure, I have been showering a bit lately, but gotta keep up.  Love showers, anyway.  Kings of old only dreamed of such.  The best they had was washing in their own dirty water, of moderate warmth... or showering in cold waterfalls.  No, we have it good in ways you cannot even imagine.  They didn't even have law.  They were the law, until someone could kill them or beat them in war.  Might made right in the days of kings, and that went from top to bottom... and sometimes right back up again.  Though it looks like it is going back to the old ways.  Though, the boomerang effect (even if boomerangs don't really come back) has a way of... fixing things.  Not always toward the good, but... whatever.

Food?  Not quite yet?  Hmm...  I think I will get in a slow acting, have a chia breakfast with protein additives of at least one sort.  The girls don't get to eat until three hours after I wake, otherwise they raise hell trying to wake me, earlier and earlier.  This was an experiment, with them, that actually worked well.

I have been waking with severe pains, twice these last four or five days.  I keep thinking I will be waking into a horrible day, but it hasn't materialized.  I do, however, really need to get back on track with food, insulin, and medicine.  I am trying, but something is just wrong.  It isn't a matter of a lack of interest, or will, I am failing, a bit.  If you can't stand, you aren't going to run.  If you figure out how to run, somehow, you can't run far, or for long.  I keep doing the impossible, but the impossible has costs.  Those costs make, sometimes, even the possible impossible.  Odd how that works.

Well... on to breakfast and some webbing.  Good morning, night, and day.