Up!?!

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What a waking.  Sassy was sleeping on me.  As I woke, I scared her, and she leapt away.  But... where she was sleeping made that... quite uncomfortable.  So, we had a little tussle.  We both lost.  Fair enough.  Around 05:30?  Give or take a quarter.  She ran on off downstairs, I followed shortly after.

She thought I was still after her.  Once I got bile down from my throat and began to understand what had happened, I stopped being... as... angry.  Cats can be such scaredy cat dingers.  If she hadn't jumped, she wouldn't have gotten pummeled and my hands wouldn't have punctures about them.  Silly bird.  Still, no, now that I was not just reacting.  I spoke with her, reassuringly.  Gave her pets and itches to let her know bygones were just that.  Then fed her right away.

Coffee is about ready.  And I checked the temp.  It is 37 or 38 out there.  I left the house open and the furnace off.  It is reading around 64/65 around the cave, but a warm 64/65... strange as that sounds.

I checked blood sugar, first thing.  Weird as heck.  It is 127 fasting?  That's... what it says.  That is with two night doses of slow acting insulin in a row, and one day where I started using medium to small doses of fast acting insulin.  Still, very strange.  Then again, I am eating less.  One main meal a day, supplemented with either fatted coffee or a secondary small meal.  And the main meal is relatively small... more out of frugality than any intent to lose weight, however.  

No real choice.  Food is too expensive at this point to eat much.  Still, I have... dome similar, before, and not even come close to this kind of recovery... without actually fasting.  All good, I won't complain a drop.  Might just be an outlier, but... these outliers always lead the way.  They aren't ever just completely random rare drops of data.  Always trendsetters.  Just... a very fast one, this time.  It was 201 just yesterday.  And, that was the first morning read I have done, and that after my first night dose of slow acting.  Hmm... Well?  Okay.

Today?  Another shower.  Dishes.  Laundry.  Rabbits, getting them to try to do their thing, if I think they are done.  I keep checking the ones which I tried to get to breed, but no signs.  I... I just don't know.  They may be simply done.  Medicine in, meatballs, and a stew, this afternoon.  Perhaps chops, if just baked.  They do well enough that way.  Perhaps cleaning the stove and oven?  Would be nice.  As well, checking my wardrobe, for readiness this Saturday... for confession, and maybe Sunday for mass?  It's the idea.  And, finally?  Maybe some work on the tarp and hammock.  A set up, maybe even a nap?  Then break back down?  We'll see.

Oh, I went to bed late.  Really late.  I think it was 22:30.  Not sure why.  Just... couldn't sleep, or more couldn't remember to sleep.  A short foray into insomnia.  Still, it worked out.  Later.

Strange dreams.  Not this, exactly, but the idea of what is being said.  They... really don't understand.  What I say, in certain ways, has nothing to do with me or my will.  And, not only is it still true, and always was and will be, it... isn't me speaking.  At my very finest, all I do is echo what was said before I was born.  I was even on their side, until I realized they aren't even a side to be on.  Losing to win?  Ask Christ.  I think you know, and know him.  But, yea.  Yes.  Yes indeed.

Now, there is a truth?  I don't have power here.  In the way they mean it?  Well, to some degree.  But what they claim is power, isn't actual power.  It is influence.  And, if I had none, they wouldn't worry so.  Further, real power is creative.  And, while I am not employing that, currently?  I... still have a great deal of potential power here.  If... that is from and through God.  And, God is still very much what and Who He is.  If they actually believed what they suggest, they wouldn't be nearly insane with fear.  They know hell is coming for them, they just want to drink and suck and eat all the fat they can before then.  But... they know.  They have been hollowed out with their excess, and are now just tools of another.  Is there anything left to them at all?