Up at seven.

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Currently, I am needing ten to twelve hours of sleep.  Last night, I went down at 21:00, very close, small change in either direction, before or after.  I had wanted to be to bed earlier.  Was up trying to get a shower taken, which didn't happen.  It's worse, on my conscience, when I burn daylight for nothing... or moonlight.  I both wasted needed and useful sleeptime, hurt myself a bit pushing through, and still got nothing done.  It's a risk/reward thing.  There would, of course, be little reward if the, perceived and perhaps just to me, risk was small.

I turned the fan on, as I went to bed.  It was 66, was hoping for cooler.  As I woke through the night, I was surprised.  With the fan, if on low, the temperature up there went from 66 to 69?  It did FEEL cooler.  I had to add a blanket to cover the blanket already covering my feet.  And there was more fresh air, which I truly enjoy.  Though, for an hour or so, the wind must have been blowing or moving strongly, and a heavy odor of animal dung was on the air.  

Not my favorite, especially when so strong.  But much better than the city smells, and other things.  I've never even had  sheep look at me sideways out here.  Shepherd, maybe, but not with intent... just making sure I wasn't a concern.  Even as a... conformed wolf, of one or several sorts, I... am no worry to a shepherd, other than as a potentially inattentive driver or some such foolishness, if even that is unlikely.  I pay attention on the road.  And sheep don't generally pop up on the road, like inattentive children.  Something any man might miss.

That passed, eventually.  Just a brief discomfort.  Sometimes, oddly, their dung doesn't smell more than mildly of... sodded... wet... pasture?  That was not the case.  Which, as I mentioned, was fine.  I like the reality that I live in a farming and ranching, dairy, area.  If all goes to heck... there is some chance that they will actually start doing business with the locals.  If you can't transport your livestock, and people around you are starving, better to make a deal than to lose it all, one way or another.  Though, without refrigeration... if it goes that far... life gets complicated, more complicated, for everyone.  I just don't know how things will work out.  If it is obvious where they are pushing things to end up.  When the dollar can't buy food, a lot of people will think their pistol or rifle will help.  When they realize that won't work, solo...  I don't know.  Life... is changing.  And it has been willed to change.  Good to be a sheep.  Not good to... not see a bit farther than the immediate.  Even with my preps, I am little more than months away from starvation, assuming I could even keep my stores safe.  Which... I really can't.

Dreams, but they aren't coming back to me.  Not on these orders.  Just, some things about living, life, and probably a dream about a woman in there.  Just because they are often on my mind.  Oh... one of them was just appreciating women.  The ones that are average to very pretty.  To be honest, there isn't always a whole lot of difference between the gradations.  And makeup covers, rather than enhances, much of beauty... at least to my eyes.  I... enjoy women watching.  

I don't really watch guys, unless I think they might be a danger.  Then it is mere assessment.  How clever does he seem to be, quick?  How strong.  Is he confident?  Brutish?  I'm looking for characteristics, through tell-tale signs, of combat skills and readiness.  Is he... strong, confident, and yet reserved.  Does he watch.  Did he notice my assessment?  Is he a bully?  

The thing is, I know, almost no fight can be sure of winning at the outset.  If you fight, assume you are going to lose, so as to guide to the best outcome even then.  Though, to, if you are going to fight, fight as if your life counted on it.  So, best not to fight to start.  Only with no choice, or if granted that, through the action of your opponent.  If he is hurting, or threatening to hurt another.  Though, really, it isn't to protect someone.  That is... just a... good excuse.  Do you know that person?  Why aren't they defending themselves?  Women are equal these days.  Let them be?  As well, sometimes, fighting for someone?  They may well turn on you, if they are in a relationship with the aggressor.   

Anyway.  Yea, that dream, from the other night, dreams?, is making me think.

I put the corned beef and cabbage up last night, right before bed.  It took that long to cool.  I pulled it, and set it out, first thing this morning.  Trying to heat a cold pot and stew is a bit of a struggle.  Best to let it get to room temp, then warm it.  Chia breakfast this morning.  That will be for lunch/dinner/supper.  I'm trying to keep it to one to two meals a day.

It is, without the furnace, at 36 outside, 70 in the main of the house and 66 up in the front area... and 69 upstairs with the fan going?  Very strange.  I'll need to get to chores before too long, hopefully around ten.  And, hopefully it will be a bit warmer.  A shower before then?  One can hope.  Maybe a shave, too.  Dishes set up?  Laundry started?  I... can try.

Ribs are a bit off, but better, slowly, very slowly, improving.  Still not sure how they got a charlie horse in there.  One that has lasted for a week.

I did get insulin in last night.  Checked blood sugar immediately after taking, so I don't think it had any real time to react.  It read 195.  I was thinking, perhaps, the morning read would suggest... something... about whether there was a reaction last night.  It is 201 fasting, so?  I... am really not sure about last nights read.  Though, generally, afternoons are lower than fasting reads... with or without medicine.  So, if I had to say?  A lower read (than fasting, first draw) without insulin (by averages and previous observations), an then a slightly lowered fasting read, on insulin?  Maybe.  I am thinking it didn't have an affect at the time I checked it.  Still, I am back on it.  Oh, and I will take a medium/small dose of fast acting with breakfast.  Done!  And, I set up the slow acting stuff for tonight.

Will have to check in a few hours, and pay attention.  At this already lower level, a slide into oblivion can be a very quick, short, blur of pain and discomfort.  To die, all I would have to do is ignore it for a bit.  I have given God all rights to death, and will fight for life, even when I think, or would wish, otherwise.