Late, is the hour?

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Not as late as it could have, or should have, been?  I didn't get to bed until two.  Up, checking the machine, testing it... pushing it.  The fan never turned on.  Which... could have been a bad thing.  But, if it had been a bad thing, it would have lit up, telling me it was too hot.  It... just didn't get hot.  Will be testing it some more today.

As well, I have some minor tinkering yet to do.  But, that... won't be anywhere near as deep into her guts.  Just a slight surface software and hardware refresh, so she moves even more lithely.  Love it when I can make her dance, and feel like a fresh young thing.  Hmm?  Never... mind.  Just waking from... pleasant dreams.  Women can do that to a man, even an old clunker.

It was 68/69 (latter near me) upstairs, 68/68 downstairs, and is 63 outside.  Cloudy, pretty much full overcast, here at around a quarter after eleven.  I left everything open, hoping it wouldn't get too hot, too early.  And, with it being cool, have opened the front door a crack.

For some very strange reason, my blood sugar is remaining elevated, at 223 this morning.  I'm not... eating much.  Not... sure what that is about.  Have I been using too much sweetener?  Maybe that is it.  It's keto, but that doesn't always mean much.  Back to the grindstone.

Oh, and something I did realize?  Fresh potatoes, from this season, are much more... almost explosively... hard on blood sugar.  Second baked, halved, doesn't matter.  New (even russet) potatoes are full of sugar.  End of season ones can be eaten (if still gingerly).  But not fresh potatoes.  They absolutely destroyed my blood sugar, after eating them a few times in one week.

I'll see what I can do about that.  I am getting fluid flushed better.  Didn't wear compression socks yesterday.  Wasn't up to it.  But had been, and taking water pills.  May take two water pills today, to help get the absolute last extra out.  With the socks on, should work.  Breathing much easier, and no more bloody phlegm.  For as much a I don't like the idea of the word "phlegm"?  I sure like the funny spelling.  Here's to spitting in your eye, mate!  :p  (and spelling the spit with style!)

Sassy has been fed.  Coffee is being made... water heated anyway.  I don't think I have anything ready to eat, thawed.  Might have to... do something else.  Eggs and bacon though?  Maybe.  But, that means I had better pull some meat.  The Lord knows, I have that on hand now.

June 14th, and 63 at eleven?  Cloudy, probably going to rain?  It's a strange world.  My friend, in a northern state, was suggesting, last I heard, that it is quite hot up there.  In the 90s, two days in a row.  Last I heard.  Wonder if it is still being brutal.  Humid too, he said.  Strange indeed.

Yes, women... on the mind.  They... do that.  Had a crush on her before I was strictly old enough.  Who didn't?

Benny Hill had a way of... putting it.  Now, I liked him when I was young, like Bugs Bunny, but became more like the Coyote.  Because he never won.  So I stopped watching, mostly.  Well... okay... maybe once?  Oh, tickled.  Look, women are great, but... not, too.  And, yet... what else is there?  Two!  :p