Awake for a while.

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Not moving quickly.  Not at all, really.  Blood sugar was 179 fasting, in spite of eating so little yesterday.  And, generally, for the last week.  It doesn't make sense.  Still, I'll keep at it.  I think I have missed medicine.  So will get back on it.  Missing a dose a day for the last two days?  Something like that.

It is from 72 to 70 in the house, here and there.  Outside it is 58.  So I opened up most of the house again.  Funny when just in the 70s makes it feel stuffy?  Yea, but true.  Hopefully the place cools just a bit.  Too, fresh air is good.  It seems, perhaps, as if it might be hitting the 80s and probably 90s soon, if not already?  I can't be sure what the temp got to today.  Though I don't think it would have been much over the 80s, and then only if it was partly cloudy?  If it had gotten to 90, the upstairs would have been a lot warmer.  Almost certain of it.  Though... things are strange of late.  Just going by typical expectations from the past.

I think the warmth is good.  It might allow me to wake a bit more, better, fuller.  I'm not quite there, but headed that way.  I am going to make an attempt to do things tonight.  No, I haven't been stuck gaming.  I haven't been able to play games.  Can't... focus.  I haven't been able to even watch movies.  Even y.t. has pretty much died.  I just click, on nothing, and... that is that.  

The Statler Brothers used to sing a song... part of the chorus... "Counting flowers on the wall, that don't bother me at all; Playing solitaire 'til dawn, with a deck of fifty one..."  For him, it was a woman.  For me?  Just the way things are.  He is heartbroken, I merely have a broken heart.  Two... very different things.  Still, looks like it ends in nearly the same place, at times.  Still, I'm struggling to find my way out.  I don't think the tunes' main was.

I did receive the package, on order.  Can't tell if the fluid is any good, but should work.  However, the packages of o-rings was much better than I had hoped.  Can't tell how many are there, and numbers given often mean nothing.  Same with sizes.  Between the language barrier, is the reality barrier.  What is represented is very rarely what is offered.  In this case, as well as I can tell, I think I got more than promised, and not of inferior quality.  It isn't gold plated, but that wouldn't have been an upgrade.  There are enough, and in enough sizes, and in both SAE and metric, to please probably even an engine mechanic, or even a general mechanic or mechanical general type.  Oh, and the smell.  If you have ever been a machinist type... you... learn to love that smell.  It's the physical engineers version of the new car smell.  Not just one smell, but fresh o-rings, some gaskets, clean grease, right oil... almost want to bath in it, after ripping through old, dirty, stinky, nasty.  Something wonderful about fresh and new mechanical smells.  Like... Christmas, or napalm in the morning, or... her after a roll in the hay.  Yum.

Still, that is in.  I'll hope to get to that before long.  I'll have to figure out which is the fill and which is the bleed buttons or boltholes, how to get in.  But... it... shouldn't be a major undertaking or effort.  Just... to get to it.

A shower, after I get some coffee... and maybe breakfast.  Trash out, after.  Dishes started.  Laundry given a go.  Litter boxes cleared.  Fresh water for Sassy, and waterers reset.  Ugh.  I will try.  And, if I can get that going, maybe the jack tomorrow, and putting up the hammock and tarp?  Maybe.  I'll... do what I can.  In... a bit.  Coffee first.  Later.