Well?

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Not to three, again.  Actually I lost ten minutes?  Or... not.  But close.  At 01:20, up, I'm not getting to days fast.  Then again, I don't mind going a little slower, aiming a little more carefully.  And, I did make it awake to 16:00, actually, through native, exhausted, procrastination, it was much closer to 17:00, like... 16:46?  Or so.  So, yea, it's working it's way.  And, I am getting more awake time.

Blood sugar is 185 fasting.  It hasn't been lower than 225 since I started taking insulin and testing, so that's good.  It's getting there.  Breakfast is brewing, and I am filling water jugs as I write.  The hope of getting dishes out of the way, taking a shower, and getting them to a final rinse then drying them before eight?  Maybe.  If so, I'll get a load of laundry going too.

I need to get feed, rabbit feed.  And redo some waterers.  I have plenty of waterers for them, currently, filled, but I need to catch back up.  A few days behind, now, a few days to go before out, good time to refill and catch up... after chores today... or, even, through the morning, bit by bit.

Still a bit tired.  Medicine restarts do that.  Though medicine can do it, no medicine definitely does it, I can't... win.  But... I can't lose, either.  Not in faithful prayer.  Sure, I'm not going to church.  But, then, God knows I am only alive because He says so.  I have no right to still be alive.

Actually, I dreamed of speaking with Him last night.  I asked why I wasn't dead, really.  I asked that He not be obtuse, or... poetic... in His answer.  Was He?  What He told me was that He wanted someone to be the obverse of Jesus.  Someone, who didn't deserve to live, or be alive, to do just that.  He told me I have died at least three times in this house, save for His word.  I... was sure of two, suspected others.

Probably just a dream, but who ever knows.  I... wasn't doubting Him, or questioning Him, just asking what the hell He was doing.  *grins*  Oh, trust me.  If He decided to call me to marathon running, even though I lost ever race?  If I felt it sure, I would do it, even to my death.  I... believe... in Him.  I don't need to understand.  I don't have any grounds for debate.  I have surrendered my options, with regards to His will.  I may be His child, but I... am just that, now.  No more.  Sometimes, I do, His will, and... for no other reason than because I believe He said so.  Amen.

Well?  Now to wake a bit.  I bet another jug of water is ready to fill, and have the device reset.  To the bathroom, then a breakfast.  Yum!  I really do like chia, even now, oddly.  Then, some waking, gaming.  A new game has been started.  A dex build.  If... I have some doubts.  Not sure how survivable it really is.  Then again, I'm not seeing strength builds as all that survivable either, to be honest.  Though magics are great, if there is distance.  Anything, at close range, is dead meat against their overpowered cheating bosses.  Will see how far it can go.  Later.