Not the fastest kid on the block.

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Breakfast and lunch down.  Blood sugar was 159 fasting.  I meant to take insulin with one of the meals, but forgot.  Probably a good thing.  Blood sugar, just an hour after my last meal, is down to 118 all by itself.  Yes, I guess that is serious low carb.  As I approach better numbers, it always gets a bit peculiar.  There isn't a better term for it.

I combined the fatted coffee and chia breakfast, along with protein powder.  That... cut fats by a lot.  Not a bad little meal, though next time I won't add quite so much coffee.  I am used to filling the jar three quarters of the way up, not a third, withal else.  Still, a nice way to get it all and cut fats.  I cut cream by a third, or more.  Very, very nice.

The porterhouse was for lunch.  Well, half of it.  Oh my but these are big steaks.  There are only four cuts of beef I eat, and one isn't actually a cut.  Ribeye is my prime choice, chuck roast is next, then porterhouse/t-bone, as actual cuts.  Sometimes sirloin can be okay, but not really on my list, as often it is far too lean and chewy.  The last choice, of course, is burger.  I never thought I would consider 93% lean as a real choice, but... yea, it actually works out just fine.  Then I can have more CREAM on stuff!  Yeah!

The rabbits were finally fed and watered.  Still, it's not noon, so...  It's good.  And I have my alarm set for rewatering at 16:00.  It was 8 most of the night, then, again, dropped to 6 F right at dawn, and now has come up to 23 as best as I can read it.  Warm enough that, when the sun strikes, say, a tin roof on one of the outbuildings, the snow melts... what is left.

As well, I believe I am going to begin figuring out how to get the rabbits to breed.  I'll bring one of the does in to a secondary pen I have open.  Actually, put her in with the buck.  Maker sure they do their thing.  Then give them an hour, before separating them.  Then, put her into that side cage.  And, tonight, let them have another go at it... for an hour... before taking her back to her usual pen.  Then... marking the date in my calendar... setting it for thirty days... and begin checking for tufts of fur... having nesting boxes ready to go... see if we can get her going.  Then, tomorrow, set up another buck and another doe.  Actually, I can get them both going today.  That should make tracking easier.

Any others are going to be difficult.  I need more cages.  Maybe get the does into the bigger, closer, cages?  Ugh.  It's all possible.  It will just mean some juggling of cages, logistic problems and solutions, temporary housing (in the very short term), and such.  Which is part of why it hasn't been done yet.  But, today, maybe.

I got the laundry turned, and in the dryer.  I should get more together, to feed the washing machine.  As well, I need to get a shower, then begin setting up dishes.  Too much?  Maybe.  If I get in too deep, I'll just work my way out, as I always do.  If I can go from a dead stop to a sprint, for a few days, great.  Odd how sometimes I can work really well, hard, actually put in some effort.  When most of the time I can't even think my way through to more then going pee when I should... and that isn't a guarantee.  I've sat there and shaken my leg for hours, because I just... couldn't... remember... or realize... I needed to go.  My body knew, I didn't.  Ugh.

I will have the rest of the steak for dinner.  Pretty darned good.  I'd like to have some veggies, too.  Steamed broccoli, cauliflower, and carrots, with butter, salt, and pepper.  Hmm, and maybe kefir.  Yes, very very good.  Actually, I may have a small glass of kefir now, to get the first and biggest part of the steak going.  It's... some of it... most of it?  Is just sitting there.  Kefir... helps.  Later.