Awake late, of course.

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It took so long to get started.  Now, I succeeded, there is that.  But, first I had to push to get going, then break to back it down so that I could sleep.  Trash and recycling were out before I went to bed, so I didn't have to worry about them missing the short bus.  :p  Kids!  Just... couldn't get right to sleep when that was done.  Oh, but at least I got laundry put into the dryer.  A few days out and there is the worry of mold.  Twelve hours isn't an issue, mostly, usually, probably.  But not in the winter.

Blood sugar is 127 fasting.  Yes, I have been pushing, and missing, this and that.  Doing my best, and hopefully getting back on track.  Then again, too, I wanted to see if I could go without fast acting insulin.  Not without higher slow acting?  I'll speak with my doctor, see if I should try to go all with slow acting.  I am nearly there.  Though, not sure it is fully possible... even with careful eating, which I also can't always guarantee.  So hungry lately!  Low carbs, check.  But lower calories?  Not so much, always.

I heard scraping and machinery this morning.  But I didn't think it snowed?  Was I dreaming?  I don't know.  I tried to wake up, but my eyes would not open.  Literally, I could not force my eyes open, or roll over to try to gain traction, or anything.  I simply laid there, thinking I was hearing something I didn't think I should be hearing.  Oh, no bother or such... just... now I don't know!  I... know who to ask.

Such odd dreams continue.  People from thousands of years ago, in dusty cities, all around the old old world.  I suppose Europeans had already begun their thing, but... they weren't know, really, to the "modern" world.  Just... people who lived in crazy cold places, for whatever reason.  Known only to few.  Their weather was their fortress, as with deserts for sand thieves, the high desert barbarians.

Everything was always dusty.  A bath a luxury.  clean clothes a thing for after rains.  Sure, there were some, or times, but rare was one, one's clothing, one's home, clean.  Dusty, usually.  Sweaty most frequently.  Just being hydrated was a gift.  Being drunk was a requirement for that, as the water was often bad, or worse.

You live better than kings, even with the problems that come with it.  You don't even realize it.  Just to have meats available, at your leisure.  Sure, kings didn't have to cook, but those who cooked for him were as likely to poison his food incidentally via presentation as through poor management of foods, say setting raw meat next to cooked meat, or vegetable's, or leaving meats out too long.  They didn't have refrigeration.  Though... how helpful, compared to hurtful, refrigeration is... is another question altogether at times.

Anyway.  Imagine when washing feet was a great honor, and needed.  Even if a rarity.  Christ knew these times, and the grace of being tended.  And... of tending.  But rightly, unlike his false modernist traitors.  The world, so long as men choose to choose right from wrong in great enough numbers, sorts these things out though.  Will have to see if the traitors win, to their mass detriment, or if right men will retake their right stations.  Not... in some ways... my concern.  Do... or die... of a sort.

Oh, but it is very cold out today... 7 or 8 degrees!  Crisp.  I'll get chicken drumsticks soaking, and turn the oven on in readiment.  But not removal of skin!  Ugh, that was absolutely horrible.  Ugh... to try to eat before 14:00 is going to be a trick.  Well, I could eat something else by then, just not the drumstick.  Oh, and they need to soak for an hour, so definitely not.  Trying, still, to finish eating by 18:00.

I know, I said I wouldn't.  But... I believe in the process, even if I am struggling with it.  So, yea, still going to try.  If I fail, I fail.  Then I continue trying... until I get it or really understand that I can't succeed.  And, then, reset things.  Oh, as well, I need to call the VA, get meds sent, and set up an appointment with my doctor.  I am going to try one more month of this stuff, maybe two.  Midwinter makes decisions more difficult, if probably more certain.  If I can... survive, even maybe at times thrive, in this cold, I can do it any time... or... the odds are better.

Best get to things.  Good afternoon and day.