Difficult day.

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Just so exhausted, tired in ways that don't make sense.  Even so, still hoping to push through to some things.  Last time I checked, several hours ago, it was still at 22 F out there.  This front room is just to 68 nearing eleven.  But I am dressed rather warmly.

I did check blood sugar just a bit ago.  I had some hope it would have dropped.  Nope, though the rise was just three points, to 156.  But why the rise?  I did have a steak, and fatted if unsweetened coffee, through the morning.  Still, it really shouldn't have risen.  Frustrating.  Then again, it is staying below two hundred, and trending much better.

I am still planning on something else to eat.  I have potatoes, but I think I will toss those.  I love them, but they aren't carnivore, and sometimes really throw blood sugar for a day or three.  I want to see if pure carnivore will do what even pure keto can't do.  If I need a sort of cheat, I'll use the keto noodles.  Make a pasghetti, as I like to call it.

The goal, if I can push to it to clean the freezertop, wash then rinse the dishes.  Maybe get those dried and set to air dry?  Then shower.  Perhaps start a load of laundry.  But definitely get clean clothes upstairs to be worked on... when I can.  And, while working on those, do some cleaning and sorting up there.  I need to get some things done.

Some tunes...  A woman saying something?  Or... just... saying... nothing?  I don't know.  But I like it when I sense her strumming something.  Using the hands and voice of others to do so?  Maybe.

My chaos touched her first.  She... just didn't understand.

She still doesn't?  Crazies and loons.  :p

So strangely?  A response spawned shortly thereafter?

One of many possible.

I truly enjoyed the... flow.  I love the sorrow, the joys, the... rest.  Too bad it can't work.  But... modern American, Western, women are... on their own.  Until they are no more, I guess.  Men will go with them, or go find a woman, out there somewhere.  Choices.