A few little last things.

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I checked blood sugar.  It was down to 119, from a 190 start.  A few things to eat, a smaller amount of kefir, a fatted coffee, and pork roast and veggies.  I can't be sure, but I think I took 16 cc's with the fatted coffee.  If in part because I thought I would be eating immediately thereafter.  But, no, not... for a while.  And, with that actual meal, I took 8 cc's.  Mostly good enough.

I just called my mother.  She was dining, so I didn't talk long at all.  Just... checking on her.  Nothing new or important.  Didn't reach her yesterday, so... today.  I quick hello, love you, and goodbye.  Keeping it brief is best.  But she does sound to be in better shape.  I don't bother her with my dreams or such, anymore.  She doesn't... take these things well.

Now, to get another meal.  I am thinking a taco salad.  I'll heat some of the burger, add some cheddar, put it over a bed of lettuce, and have water with it.  And, maybe, another cup of kefir.  I really do enjoy that stuff.  But, it looks like I have to put some limits on it.  One, maybe two, glasses a day.  No quarts, or even half quarts.  I mean, a cup, maybe just a bit more, once or twice a day.  

I'd love more of it.  And, perhaps, in time, I can have more.  Perhaps my body just has to adjust to it again.  Wonderful stuff... if... it's wonderful stuff.  I never would have thought I would like something even stouter than plain yogurt, but here I am.

We had some sort of something blow through, earlier.  Not sure anything came of it?  After a check, doesn't look like it rained or snowed, though... you can never tell if it was just a tiny amount.  The world, hereabouts, drinks any liquid it gets like a sailor at a port of call.

Yes, now on to supper.  Perhaps watching a show while dining.  Oh, and I best get another roast out, thawing.  This was a rather small roast, as it was bone-in.  Wondered why it was so cheap, thought it read boneless.  Makes sense now.  A beef roast, this time.

I am hoping to push on to bed earlier tonight.  Yea, I'm... a bit fearful.  But... who knows.  Staying up later isn't helping.  Not that going to bed early will, but perhaps I can wake earlier, as I prefer.  Later.