A bit of a mix at waking.

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Too early?  I think so.  To bed sometime after four, but as late as six?  I started heading to bed at fourish.  It... takes a while.  Sometimes I fail to check the time, sometimes I forget it, not sure which it was at bedtime this morning.  I went up to make the bed, a bit after that last post, then just melted into it after I was finished.  For as much as I don't like sleep, I sure like sleep!  :)

Oh, when I do those " :) "'s, and such?  I... am replicating what I am literally doing.  Not... giving you cues for yourself.  Just expressing.  If you were curious.

Anyway.  Up at around noon thirtyish.  It just seems a short sleep.  Dreams?  A mix.  No fighting!  I... needed some time off.  Got it, to the best of knowledge.  But dream I did.

In the first dream, a mixture of mother nature and poor human planning lead to a... what could have been... mild tweak of a few city blocks in some major city.  But, being what people are, often, in such places, and these times, it... got worse.  From gawkers who went looking for problems... not to solve, but to take selfies with... yea...  Crispy critters.  All the warnings were there, but they... something about handing a camera to some people, and they think it will keep them safe?

And, of course, the predators who go looking for anything free and easy.  Whites seem to just put up with them, right to murder and rape.  Just keep their heads down and hope they aren't the ones picked for the cull.  But, when they smell blood in the water, they come out to hunt.  And hunt they did.

Well, and of course a mayor, of the special people, who couldn't figure out how to solve a riddle, let alone a minor technical problem, and didn't have people on her payroll who could either, but didn't really care anyway, leading the charge to further the disaster.  Hey, there might be federal dollars coming, from which to pluck bounty.

That dream was ended by sirens.  It sounded like cops, two at first, but only one as it passed?  Perhaps part of the dream, or just some sort of echo thing going on.  Not sure.  But it was whizzing by.

Then, I dreamed I was on the flight, on 9/11, that went down in a field?  The guys, in my dream, just planned to rush the cockpit, without any real plan other than to wrestle through.  While I was not allowed to help them, I was allowed to council them.

My plan was to wrestle the hijackers out.  Not to worry about getting cut, if avoid that.  But understand you may well get cut, just man through it.  Grab, grapple, pull, and displace the hijackers.  They, in the dream, didn't have a plan but to fight through.  City people, paper workers, no clues.  Pull, get them out, keep doing it.  It... still wasn't enough, fast enough.  But... at least they had more of a chance than a bum rush into a wall of cutters.

Cat food and candy has arrived.  I am trying it.  Yankeetraders candies.  I... thought they used to have a good name.  Supposed to be made in the US.  But, who knows or believes anything printed these days.  And, the company was probably bought out and is in some monster anti-American conglomerate these days.  Still, it was a better thing, as far as I could tell.

Licorice, black licorice, hard candy.  Three... which is about fifteen carbs.  And?  Passes my muster.  And will do just find for hard sugar drops.  On the plus side, these are so hard, I won't be as tempted to hit them up just for... pure pleasure.  It... takes a bit to get through one.  Perfect!  I may order several others to keep in stores.  Not bad things to have in emergencies, for gifts in such times, and for my needs.  The have a whole line to choose from, including lemon and half a dozen or more other flavors.  Yes, I... think I will stock up on some of their products.

Well... on to the day.  Blood sugar, before the candy, was 179.  That is with beef and beans two nights in a row, to help stabilize blood sugar a bit higher, until candy arrived.  Now I can... work a little bit tighter, with insulin.  A mistake won't be so... difficult.  Or as difficult to manage.  Still mess me up for a few days, but... so be it.  Later.

Oh, while I don't speak French, anymore.  I... get the gist.  And... I like birds.

For keto, use alternate sweeteners, or for savory, use spices and herbs.