Nothing else, but...

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It is 13:00, or just about, and I am still awake.  About to go to bed.

Blood sugar, after the dive, has gone sky-high and is staying there.  Nothing I can do changes it.  It'll... just have to come down on it's own.

Trash, or recycling, has been picked up.  Should both be gone by now?  Maybe.  There were times when I wouldn't have heard.  I won't bother with the barrels now.  When I wake, or tomorrow, or... well, not today.  Tomorrow, as some say, meaning just that... not today.  Tomorrow becomes not a day/date, but and indication of when not... which... is not today.  Check.

Feeling better.  Still a bit rough, but nowhere near as tough as it was.  I think I will take a painpill.  Shouldn't.  But, then, this isn't the same types of pains I took it for last time.  Maybe it will work.  I just want to sleep, and this might help.  But, I am back into days, or trending that way.  Sleep might well help me keep that trend.

I thought of calling mom, but decided to give her a bit of a break.  I'll call soon.  The thing is, I always fear disturbing her mellow, and yet I fear missing that last call.  She isn't ill, but at her age, she doesn't have to be.  A slip, a stroke, an organ failure out of the blue.  But, not just on her side.  Trying to balance not being a pest, yet staying in touch.  Ah, I know.  Tomorrow!  :)  :p

Goodnight people.  I'll hold many of you in my prayers by name, some of you by your natures... good or ill, you'll... be in there.  I'm starting to lose my breath.  It's definitely bedtime.  I'll pray quietly, this time, I suppose.  Goodnight.