A bit easier this morning.

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I couldn't go down until around 22:30.  I... had trepidation.  And, for the first, say, fifth of the night, those fears were realized.  But it wasn't the whole night.  Well, at least fighting my kind.  I did end up dreaming about... dealing with your kind.

It was after a major... problem.  We were on a sort of raft, but one built to be sea-worthy, or more so.  Part of an at-sea oil boom, used to bring in or store parts and supplies.  Well, so the dream went.  I know of no such things, or anything about any such things, should they exist.  Just... a dream, folks.

We, technically, weren't allowed to have a tent.  I had one, I set it up.  Because I had something else that wasn't allowed, a pet.  Sassy.  There were quite a few of us on this thing, it was, say, the size of a football field, only squared, not rectangular.  As well, there were stacks of supplies and parts.

The parts were being kept to help keep the platform level.  The supplies, of course, were... well... supplies.  They went to shore, and picked up some people to help, and to save them.  There were enough supplies for a thousand people, for a decade, assuming they would survive through time.  So the several dozen of us were not a problem.

It turns out, one of the fellows was suggesting my tent wasn't allowed, and suspected I had a cat.  I tried to stay close, and keep on eye on things, but this guy was something else.  Eventually he killed Sassy, by stomping on the tent.  Was he trying to get me/us thrown off?  Was he wanting my rations?  I never did sort out what his problem was.

Out of the dream, I revived Sassy, but let my in-dream self know what this guy was going to do.  So... I tied ropes to his ankles, while he was sleeping, before he could kill Sassy, tied those ropes to an anchor, tied his hands to other ropes which I tied to the boat, and tossed the anchor in.  It wasn't heavy or strong enough to hold the rafter for long, just long enough.  And, then, when the raft broke free, he was stuck under there.  But it made sure he couldn't cut the ropes, or otherwise escape.  Just... tying up loose ends.

Had no trouble after that.  And, actually, the barge manager let me know they knew I had a cat and she had one too.  So, I could let Sassy out, and to run and play with her cat and the other people.  Done.

The rest of the night was smoother sailing.  No fighting, no killing.  But, still, sore from that initial fighting.  Not as bad this morning.  Still not an easy day.  Up around 09:30.  A Small portion of kefir.  And it is already time to reset the kefir.  Then, maybe, some eggs and bacon?  Maybe.

Blood sugar is remaining higher.  No more potatoes, and going light on kefir today.  Hopefully that will help.  It is 224 fasting.  Not good.  I have had a potato for the last three or four days, and been eating a lot of kefir.  Too much, I should think.  A 30 cc dose of fast acting, with the kefir.  A fatted coffee shortly.  Then breakfast.  I won't take more insulin until after eggs and bacon, then a two hour wait with nothing but water.

I need to get that pork roast baked.  I'm going lower and slower with it... say 325 for three to four hours?  Should do.  Later.