Dinner was very good.

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The last of the pork, broccoli, and potato.  I should have cooked the other pork roast, but I'm just not well awake and functioning.  Just... tired.  Tomorrow.

Not much else.  Sassy was fed.  A bit more kefir down.  It is... doing one of the things it is good at.  Clearing my innards.  Still sore, tired.  Strangely, even my wrists hurt, as if they had been grabbed by someone with my sort of strength.  They are, or feel anyway, bruised.  If actually bruised, it often takes days to weeks for those to surface to my skin.  I don't know if that is good, or poor health?  Just the way of it, always has been.  I would forget the pain, only to see spots much later.  Blogging helped me remember... some of the times, when I wrote about it.

I couldn't game more today.  Too tired, sore, stiff, sleepy, weary, etc.  We'll see if better, more rightly timed sleep, tonight, will help.  Plus, I remember insulin, both sorts, with the last meal and as I go to sleep.  Blood sugar is still high, but it came down twenty points after the meal.  Bleh.  Mostly, I think, because I forgot slow acting last night, and fast acting through the earlier part of the day.

Yea, well, it's... nearly bedtime.  When I keep the door open, it stays around 58/59 up there.  Really not bad, as it is getting below freezing outside.  I might start thinking of other ways to insulate the home, having figured this out and to that much success.  If nothing else, just to cut down as much on the furnace running as possible.  With the cunts in office, cutting our throats with everything from gasoline, to food, to natural gas, gotta cut back.  I hope we bankrupt the bastards.

On to bed.  Goodnight.  And... sweet dreams.  *smile*