Still awake, doing alright.

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I haven't gotten to any work, yet.  But think that may happen.  I did grill some meats, and cooked corn.  Just enough for dinner.  The meats were a few very thin chops, and some thin beef cuts.  Some of the latter were fresher, some were rather old.  They looked good, but the older beef, while good of texture, the taste was... dated.  I suppose I could have eaten it.  I just decided not to do so.

The other meats were good.  All good, and the corn was very good.  I must have serious biofauna, in my gut.  I have been eating a lot of very fresh corn.  It isn't showing.  Softserve.  My body is breaking it down.  Not a single grain of corn shows.  Laxatives, but not roughage?  Very strange.

I may be going back to milk, but not to drink whole.  For kefir, again.  But, I want to make sure I have enough bottles, and that I am in shape to transfer the bits of old with new, more than... I keep losing my capacity to keep these things up.  I suppose old will work, but I wonder if things get lost.  Why back to kefir?  Because it really is a good, keto, diabetic, food.  I like it a bit more bitter than most, but... I think you get more from the bitter, if that isn't why I like it.  

For a foodie, I'm not really a health buff.  I do try to keep to keto, and maintain a reasonable diet for diabetes.  But I don't go deep.  Just... enough.  Though I need to get frozen fruits, too.  Mostly berries.  Sometimes kefir blended with berries, sometimes with even added keto sweeteners, sometimes just plain but blended smooth, or with veggies?   Works well.  I've missed it.  

Though, to be honest, I suspect what kefir has done for my guts is to make it so that it can completely crush even corn, right down to... well... softserve.  I've never had that, in all my years.  Always had grains of whole corn come out.  Even living hear, previously.  It's just been a few years since I really hit keto and then kefir.  I had stopped eating corn, for a long time, as it is said to be bad for diabetes.  Though, now?  Well... sometimes, you just have to enjoy life.

Anyway.  I am hoping to get the corn put up tonight, and maybe husk the rest.  Then, get that parboiled (or some such, boiled a few minutes, then cooled, then cut off the cob).  Then get that bagged and frozen.  It's still quite good.  I was worried, having just dropped for a few days.  But, no, still good.  Not quite yet, but soon.

I missed getting the trash out.  I just fell, hard, and couldn't get my feet.  It is sort of amazing.  I really couldn't stay awake, and was never able to get to anything.  Achy, everywhere.  But I've been achy all summer.  Arms, legs, muscles, joints.  But my organs aren't screaming.  And the pains are... more mild.  Just aches, pinches sometimes.

I am grateful for the opportunity to keep at things.  I try to ignore the pain, or just accept it.  As I have mentioned, I offer this to those in purgatory.  I have... certain ones in mind.  I hope that is where they are.  Some is for those I consider, name, some is for those poor bastards who have no one who knows their name.  I was... among them.  Close as I was, as I remember things, to the gates.  I... still couldn't move on, not just then.  Dreadful to move on, worse to not.  Fire.  But fire was seen with gratitude, just weakness.

I don't mind the pain.  I guess, if nothing else, I can farm that.  Spend it on the... lost.  A breeze, letting them know which way to go.  Some are people I wouldn't talk to here on earth, had I known them.  And, yet, I would do much to see them in heaven.  Even if I didn't get there.  It's... not as it seems.  Though, I do hope to be in heaven.  That's a God thing, like life and death.  Still, I find gratitude in being able to suffer for others.  Though, pain pills...  I have lost those?  I need to find them, take a day off every other week, or once a month.  There is peace, from time to time, too.

On... to something.  Later.