Well?

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No colder outside, at 34.  But it is sure getting cooler indoors.  It reads, in the main, 63.  But that is with the lamp nearby.  I'm guessing it it closer to a flat 60 in most of the cave, 68 near the machine, with me, the computer, and a lamp, cloistered and behind a door curtain.

I got the waterers, the ones needed, refilled.  So, shortly, I'll get out for chores.  A shower before I go, to warm up?  I can hope.

On the gooder side, as well, blood sugar was 106.  Food gently lifted it from 90.  I'm having, three hours later, a fatted coffee... for warmth and fats... well, and caffeine.  Very light eating, all in all.  Keeping it under 1k, or thereabouts.  I still doubt if I will lose weight, but... it isn't about that, at this point.  More a money thing.  After cutting to 1500 or less, I realized almost nothing I will do will cause me to lose weight.  My body is what it is, at this point.  Strange, though, that I didn't gain weight while eating more.  I don't seem more, or less, active, over the various consumption plans.  Meh.

Has anyone heard that in S. America, they eat gerbils?  I've seen gerbils, but never seen them that big, mind you.  It must be a specific breed?  Anyway, I was thinking of that, last night, and so went to see about it.  If they were still doing it.  I thought I had heard they were.  But, at one time, that was a common food.  I am not sure if it is still common, but... it is still, in some places, a meal that is available.  I... can't help thinking about a food, when I hear about it.  I am not sure I will ever get down there.  Or raise some for food here.  But... I can think about it.  Better than chicken, they say.  There is very little I wouldn't at least try.  Grub, if you can believe it.  Wasn't impressed, or particular disappointed.  Better than earthworms, or any I had been dared to eat as a child.  Meh.  Perhaps, though, I wasn't hungry enough?  

Still, I pleased those with whom I dined.  They giggled like children.  Was it at my bravery, or timidity?  Was it because I broke my people's seeming taboo, or joined in their culture?  Or... some mix.  They looked down their nose up to us?  Yes.  Strange people, who hated us and yet wanted to love us.  We terrified them, disgusted them, yet... there was something else.  Distant kin.  Wanted to understand, and be understood.  I... we... resembled those remarks.  

Or... was it just a dream?  It doesn't feel like that.  It feels... real.  Can smell the village, people... even when clean... foods... women.  A fond disgust.

Anyway... cold.  Coffee is helping.  Food next?  I don't know.  Eggs would be good.  Do I have a pan I could use?  Hmm...  Maybe some spam, too?  It's not delicious, but it's not bad, always.  I have slim packs, so don't have to open a complete tin, of spam.  Too much.  Seen where some boil it, then fry it.  But that sounds like a bit much.  Just thinking.  Later, or goodnight.