As planned.

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I wasn't sure how well it would turn out.  To be honest, my griddle cooking is... still... needing improvement.  Especially with meats, like chops, steaks, and such.  I have over easy, over medium, and such, down well.  I am getting better with omelets.  But... meats, omelets, mixing and matching various foods and cheese, is... all... a process I simply haven't mastered.

As well, with it being cool out, cooking is more difficult.  It simply takes more time.  And, the cooler, the more time yet.  It was 57 to 58 out there when I started up.  Still, I did fairly well.  Mushrooms, with butter.  Chops, on pats of butter, and, then, the sauerkraut, later with cheese.

The meat was a bit overdone?  With pork, I don't mind that.  I'd rather it be a bit overdone than underdone.  Just how it goes.  But I did seer it well.  Mushrooms were very good.  And, to my great surprise, the sauerkraut with faux swiss cheese was pretty good.  All in all, the meal was worth the effort.

While napping, I dreamed.

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Nothing too fancy.  But, I dreamed... I was napping.  Well, that is where it started.  How?  Where?  It started with me napping.  Then I heard yard work being done.  Which... was happening in real life, so, yeah.  Sometimes there is some crossover.  Then, someone tried to looking, then coming, into my room.

Irritating.  I closed all access off.  Not sure why they wanted in.  But, psychically, I denied him entry.  Again, not sure why he was trying to get into my room.  I was, in the dream, staying with friends.  And, this was a spare bedroom, not a tool shed, or one that is used as one. 

Annoyed, but realizing there was no way to see in, or go in, he went back to whatever he was doing.  But, he told the hosts about the denial of access.  The mister decided to try his hand.  They knew my sleep was sometimes late, or early.  And that I needed to sleep sometimes, at odd times.  So, generally, they allowed this.

Out.

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To mass.  I have been quite happy to be able to get out, almost every week, for... a while.  Now to add some weekdays in.  Nothing fancy, but... I like to go to mass.  Would daily if it were possible.  I still don't know what is going on.  It feels like that is what is preferred, or at this church?  Don't know, just... there aren't cues or guides.  And hearing isn't the best.  Not necessarily their fault, or all of it.  Working on it, for my part.

I did find two things out.  My notion was... a Doomerism.  No such thing as someone in need.  The other thing is... the church is definitely watching what I right, even now.  I... suspected that.  Wanted to see.  There are some who hate what I write, that I write.  So be it.  Others?  Seem to take it in stride.  I pray for each.

No meal out.  Which is fine.  I did do a bit of grocery shopping on the way home... which... come to think of it... is still in the suv, idling suv.  I'll... yeah... take care of that, and garage the said suv.  BRB...

Okay, and?

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Awake for a while, but I had to nap.  And did.  Not sure how long I was down, only that I didn't eat beforehand, or drink.  Upon waking, I had to go to the bathroom, and had voided at least two liters of liquid, in a measuring device.  Plus another liter or two otherwise.  So, I decided to weigh in again, before eating.  At 361.3 I lost three and a half pounds?  Ugh.  I suspect the rest is water weight.  I haven't been wearing compression socks the last few days.  Forgot.  Oh, and blood sugar is down to 199.  Still fasting, after nap, later in the day.  But... better.

The nap helped.  But I am still tired.  It is 66 outside, and that indoors.  I have had the windows open.  Both down and upstairs, if I haven't had the door between the two open.  I need more rest, sleep.  I just do.  Can't seem to get it.  Something is just off.

To mass today, again.  To that end, right after weighing in, I took a shower and dressed.  Not... perfectly.  As well as I can.  I need to get some items to the dry cleaners, but can't afford it this month.  Always... something.  Do what you can.  I do.  When I can.

So hungry!

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Well, last night before bed.  I just became... starving.  I almost got a pizza.  Instead I made three hamburger patties.  I sliced onion for them, put munster cheese slices on them, and diced a serrano pepper for on top.  A side of homemade mayo and mustard as well.  It was good.

Just quarter pounders, I literally weigh them out.  And, yet, I was absolutely stuffed after.  Probably should have just had two.  Hunger, to that extent, doesn't make sense.  It's just... it looks huge in the mirror, or angles, from which it can be seen.  Still full this morning.

I didn't get to bed until after one, for needing to cook.  Well, and waiting for a visitor.  And thinking about going to get a pizza.  Glad I didn't.  I had thought about a pizza, Monday, instead.  I... won't.  I've been doing too well with things.  A pizza would throw things off.  I'd like to get to a blood sugar of 100 before doing a pizza.  And, yes, I will.

Okay.

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The two hour after meal blood sugar is 154.  Nice.  I think that is the lowest blood sugar I have had this time around.  Exact numbers?  I don't know.  But, the trend is showing.  Now for a bit o' kefir.  I'll check one more time, an hour or two after kefir, as I go to bed.  I'll put that reading on this post.

A bit longer.

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Forty minutes until I can test blood sugar.  Then probably another kefir.  I... do like that stuff.  Just plain, anymore.  It took years to be able to barely tolerated plain kefir.  Now I love it.  I like plain yogurt as well.  Which, actually, is not as... sour?  Not as sour as kefir.  Whatever that is, it is much less of a challenge.  Why do so?  Any flavoring or sweetener messes with blood sugar in a negative way.  Yet, plain, it usually doesn't cause a problem.  Sometimes it lowers blood sugar, or cuts the increase from other foods.  

Usually?  That's... as good as it gets.  Regardless if medicine thinks it is science, it isn't.  Why eating this, or this and that, today, raises blood sugar by ten points and lowers it by twenty points?  There isn't an equation.  Even when measuring the food, and fluid, intakes of a day, and repeating the sample three days running?  It doesn't come out to a number.  It never will.  I don't think it can.  It CAN come to an average, but... that is more like physics.  The variables on that average makes it untenable for truly accurate predictive modeling.  Fail.  Science, even physics, is fail.  Thus engineering.

Anyway, so, yes.  Will just have to see.  On the good side, I was able to get another bm out, about forty five after the meal.  As with yesterday.  Now, with kefir in the queue, that should be... more regular.  Or, I should say, kefir and regular food.  Bm's* are super for weight loss.  *bowel movements, in... case you didn't know.  Not just weight loss, but weight management?  Something.

Kefir than lunch.

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Two cups, maybe nearing three, of kefir.  I miss that stuff when I fall behind for whatever reason.  It isn't just exhaustion, on my side.  It is also the cool, which means kefir doesn't ferment as quickly.  How did it ferment so well in the winter?  I had the windows shut and the furnace to 70~74, depending on the day or moment.  This spring, since I opened up the house, it is running from 62 to 66.  Suboptimal.

Still, I got some today, and will get more tomorrow.  And through the week.  Outside, last I checked, was just up to 66.  Which is what this front room is.  But, the rest of house is cooler, more like 62 to 64.  I like it.  I do.  But it breaks my balls.  I can't do much, get to things, stay awake well, or else, with it being this cool.

A shower, shortly.  That might help.  But after digesting food.

Finishing fatted coffee.  Then I'll hit the vinegar tonic.  After the latter, I'll set a timer for two hours and check blood sugar.  What for the meal?  About six ounces of roast and about that much to ten ounces, of spaghetti squash with butter.  Butter!  Not bad.  Not fantastic, but not bad.  Tomorrow I am thinking a couple of smash burger patties, three?  With cheese slices... munster.  With mayo, mustard, and?  Fresh onion slices and a few gherkin pickles.  I... like thinking about food.

If I am eat more, today, I may have three eggs, easy over.  Medium over?  Medium, or a bit more.  I won't have anything to soak up the yolks, so less yoke makes easier eating.

Still, it's a good day.  Weight is down, blood sugar is on it's way back down.  Sleep sucks, and it's dithering between too cold and too hot.  Bleh.  Always something, if two out of three isn't bad.  

Hammocking.

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A new idea for how to hang.  Worth the trouble?  Maybe.  Worth the price?  Already in fairly deep.  The question, however, is when.  Not this month.  Maybe next.

Whoopie slings?  Sounds fun.  Sounds... more fun than it actually is.  But... that's... a whole other theoretical thread?  Perhaps.  Vids.

All right, problems.

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Sleep sucked again, last night.  No need to check the app.  But, it shows a pretty poor sleep anyway.  Not the worst, in the 50s.  Which... is actually above average.  For whatever reason, my sleep hasn't been good this week.  Well, part of it is trying to push to wake early.  Failing, but making the attempt.

Not enough sleep.  Not good enough sleep.  Rolling, kicking blankets off, pulling them back up.  Not getting deep enough sleep, not enough rem sleep.  Depends on the night.  Deep sleep seems to usually be very good, the rest is variable.  I may just have to let go, and let sleep do what it does.  No fighting, no fussing.

I have been sleeping with the windows open.  It is just 62 outside, and in, this morning.  So, I have been sleeping colder.  I just don't want to turn the furnace on!  I keep expecting it to get hot out there, and then be hot in here.  And, one day, that will happen.  But, for that reason, sleep has been sucking.  Bleh.

Good food.

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Couldn't eat again, but I did try.  After the steak, I grilled some of the roast, after slicing several parts for that.  I just couldn't eat.  Too full.  And, I haven't eaten in too long.  I did try.  I ate some small parts of it.  Just not much.  Vinegar tonic after.  I didn't get any kefir down.  Should.  It helps... everything move.  And I haven't been moving lately.

It only got to about 62 today, outside.  But, it's been pleasant.  I left the windows open, to get fresh air.  Fed Sassy, cleared her litter box, but not much attention.  Still a bit low, from lack of food.  Though, finally, for a bit, after eating the first and large meal, I did start feeling better.  Like I could do something.  Not quite there.  Not yet.  Tomorrow, it is hoped.  Something around noon, eggs and bacon?  Sausage?  Sounds good to me.  Might even try to make some keto flapjacks.  Pancakes.  Call them what you will.  If I do that, I'll cook an extra one, to give to the birds.

Almost bedtime.  I am hoping I can get to sleep earlier, tonight.  And sleep better and longer.  I will find out shortly.  I am feeling... a bit more ready.  Something about kicking in, this afternoon, gave me... possibly... enough of an energy burn so that sleep could happen.

I'll leave the windows open.  Upstairs too.  But won't leave the door to the upstairs open.  Yes, bedtime.  Oh, blood sugar is 165.  Lower each time through the day, including this last one.  But, just a bit lower.  That may be the lowest number, or close, so far.  If it also seems as if the vinegar tonics are having less effect?  Then again, I haven't been eating kefir.  That... might be it?  But, the number drop is sure slowing, in any case.  I can hope it'll go down a bit tomorrow.  If honestly, I doubt it.  I... just doubt it.

A few... things.

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Trying to wake up, get going.  I cooked the steak.  Overdid it just a wee.  Still, it was good.  The roast is finished.  I'm letting it cool, then will bag and refrigerate it.

While doing this and that, I noticed these.  Enjoyed.  Perhaps you will too.

A few things.

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Brother called.  Cool.  I think, as with mom, do to health and wellness issues, they... can only make contact... when they can make contact.  I simply can't judge.  I... am similar anyway.  Just because I have been doing a bit better lately doesn't mean I haven't gone through long droughts where contact wasn't even possible.  Fair enough.

I wanted to brag, a bit.  Getting blood sugar below 200, without but changing diet a bit (more) and vinegar.  And being below 260.  I gained weight, from yesterday.  Up 2.6 pounds, to 258.8.  Doesn't surprise me, metabolism probably crashed while eating so little.  Further, I haven't had a bm in days.  Just not enough... volume?  Something like that.  Volume in.  No volume in, no volume out.  Not worried, it's... just how it goes.  Avoid excesses, in either direction?  Moderation and all that?  Yes.

Blood sugar wasn't great either.  At 179, at least it is less than two hundred.  I am disappointed, but... when you fuck with find out, you fire!  Or... something like that.  I... fired.  Or did I fuck around?  Ah, the latter.  The former is the price.  Even so, not at all worried.  This will be sorted in time.  I am on the right track, just... it's bumpy.

What a... strange collection of pops.

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I just noticed strange things, looked, and patterns... emerged.  More than I am showing... for reasons.  But... enough.  Enough to share out of my mind, into this electronic nether.  If for no other reason that to suggest I see, and... maybe more.  Odd how the world works.

The many faced servant?  Perhaps.

While I remember realizing all things were possible?

Dinner... breakfunch?

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Omelets, if I could only eat one.  Sausage too, patties, four.  If I could only eat two.  A fatted unsweetened tea... tea with cream, that is.  Then a vinegar tonic.  finishing off with a simple water.  Food!  Couldn't, as suspected, eat nearly as much as I had cooked.  Half.  But, that's fine.

I would love to eat more but it isn't possibly.  I am absolutely stuffed to the gills.  There is time, on the clock.  I don't think I ate until around 14:00~14:30?  Started.  If it took a while to get it down... probably half an hour to an hour?  Well, eggs to sausage to vinegar water.  Regular water doesn't count, still nursing that, slowly.

I wasn't terribly impressed with my denver omelet(s).  I did each slightly differently.  Tasted both, didn't finish either.  About... the sum of one three egg omelet is what I ate, and two three ounce sausage patties.  I think, if I do that again?  I'll make that much filling for just one three egg omelet.  It just wasn't enough for two.  Cheese helps fill it out.  As well, I won't fry the serrano peppers.  I'll keep those fresh.  Onions, tomato, ham, can all get grilled.  Just not the peppers.  That totally kills the heat?  Must.

I finally weighed in.

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I can hardly believe it.  I am down to 256.2.  That's... good.  I am going to start eating, though, today.  A denver omelet.  Two, actually.  Plus sausage and a fatted coffee.  Too low on kefir, didn't reset it last night.  Will do that after food gives me some energy.

I ended up napping, from ten thirty to noon.  Ugh.  Stripping and weighing in right after waking.  

Oh, the weight thing?  Look, I know my scale is correct.  It's solid.  And, I know I weighed in yesterday, and today.  The scale reads that I lost 3.6 pounds in one day?  And, yes, I ate.  If probably only in the, say, four hundred calorie range, and similar for the last three days.  But... how is that even possible?  Never mind.  It is what was read, and reported.  How or why is... no concern of mine.  Still, I am... curious.  Always curious.

Now, to be honest, I don't want to lose three pounds a day.  First, it is exhausting.  Second, my body just doesn't have time to adjust.  As such, I am hoping more for half a pound to one pound a day.  Using food to maintain that rate, as is possible.  Knowing, too, some days I may well gain back.  It's not a straight, even, angled down plane.  It is a bumpy ass ride, with seeming, sometimes, no logic or regularity to it.

Eggs are going.  Tea is brewing, life is doing well.  But I really need some food.  Too little for too long.  Getting... tricky, to even stay awake, seated.  Ugh.  Food!

Up early.

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Went to bed very late.  Up a bit late, taking care of some business.  And, having done that, it kept me awake even longer.  All good.  A bit of a business transaction.  But, that took care of some of a problem.  I paid my card a bit early, which didn't count as having paid the bill this month.  And, I spent more than intended.  So... I worked out a way to use the card to get cash without the fees.  So, down at twenty one thirty?  Or so.

As for waking, Sassy vomited near me.  That just... killed sleep.  So, yes, awake way early.  Up at three twenty one.  And, during the night, say from 22:30 to 23:30, I woke.  Just... couldn't sleep.  You know how it can go?  Bleh.

On the good side, fasting blood sugar seems to be a match for my last lowest number, 168.  I had hoped to break my last lowest number, not tie it.  But, that it was so high, for whatever reason, when going to bed, even it being this good is truly a surprise.  I was just hoping to hit below two hundred in reality.  Hope and reality don't... always fit together.  This was closer than what was hoped, than what was suspected to be going to be real.

The music, and more, keeps showing.

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Can't tell, always, if it is mockery, humor, or... just... reminders.

This first one, I... wondered if it was my dark mother.  Showing her presence?  The mystery Babylon?  Something.  Though, I have to admit, a mother for her cubs can be quite dark.  A mother can burn a woman, man, the world, if she thinks it might do good for her children.  Right or wrong.  Perhaps... it isn't my mother.

Bedtime.

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Hungry, but going without.  That last blood sugar bothered me.  It shouldn't have been that high.  Still, it's... not horrible... or as horrible as it has been.  Still, strange.  Perturbed by that.  Especially since, by many considerations, I have been fasting for two, three days, now?  The type of fasting that allows for two "snacks" and one light meal?  That sort of fasting, not the real fasting.  Or... my sort of fasting, which is nothing but water, black coffee, or plain tea.

I am up a bit later than planned, to nearly 19:00, because my watch needed charged.  So, charged it was.  I wanted more water, never got to it.  Still, trying to retrain away from going at night.  That is how it goes.  Trying to cut food, and water?  Yea, but... yea.

I'll go before bed, and hope for better.  The fewer times I wake, to go, the better.  Not sure, but last night I think it was just twice?  Thrice?  If three times, that is pretty regular.  If it was three times, it was very little out, say less than 500 ml?  There are times where I can let go 3 liters.  And, with water pills, when really backed up, I have filled three or nearing four of those 3 liter jugs.  Seriously.  So, 500 ml is rather light.  I have been, until now, filling half of one of those.  But the last... two weeks, three?  As I have been working on drinking more strategically?  I have been cutting down on night volume, and frequency.  There have been nights with only one or two times having to go.  But, usually, for this week, it's closer to three times.  If, as mentioned, volume is decreasing.

Working on everything.  If I am a bit overloaded, and not moving fast.  Tomorrow, I am hoping, I will begin back to work, and up early to get a weigh-in and shower first thing.  Then, load up dishes, get laundry started, and perhaps sweep?  Of course, and get a black coffee or tea, and manage what Sassy needs.  On to bed.

Eh? Eh.

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Nearly sixteen hundred.  This week has been slow.  Today is no different.  On the good side, I have rested a bit.  Further, I was able to be up before six this morning.  No work, today.  Plans, however, fomented.  For tomorrow.

It has only gotten to 63 outside, today.  Still, a good temp.  I still have to think they are getting snow, when we get rain, often, in the mountains?  Can't be sure.

So strange.

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Awake so early.  A strange sense.  To have been awake what seems like... all day, compared to days recent.  Yet it only being ten thirty?  It is just 50 out there, or so?  A good partly to mostly cloudy, depending on the moment.  Storms moving through, not acting, more, yet.  Even so, at just ten thirty it feels like fourteen or fifteen hundred.  So odd.

More... music.  I may share some, in time.  Someone, several, or things (think musical a.i. of some sort) are working in the background.  But their targeting is done so well.  Some new, some old.  Most I get, others I sort of fumblingly perceive, understand, but definitely see.

I suspect some can see yet through the veil I have created.  Some through allowances.  Others through... access they shouldn't have.  Some, from various churches.  Don't... even think one as me doesn't see.  I don't need electronic footprints.  You know that isn't my way.  Others?  Can't say.  But you can't keep people out of what they want into.  Access can be limited, but not stopped.  Especially for some.

I...

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Yes.  She is on my mind.  A woman.  All I will say for now.  Yes.  I saw her.  Yes, I know... what is being considered.  I see... much... too much.  Or... something like that.  Oh, believe me, I know.  And... the thought is... intriguing.  Tempting?  Though, affordability, reality of the option, and... other things.  And, yet, I have been... contemplating Saint Joseph recently.

Called to a form of humility.  And, yet, a station of grace.  Could have cast Mary out, and rightly in a worldly way.  Did not.  I could not travel his whole road, but perhaps some of it?  I... don't know.  Then again, and again, affordability.  I don't know.  But, I do see what lies before me, as a potential.  I do see what is being offered.  Right, wrong, true?  I...

I know what I have been saying.

Finally?

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Maybe.

I have been trying for two things.  To lower blood sugar, again.  And to wake at four.  Not four.  Five forty.  But, that is... within parameters very roughly.  As start back to it?  I'll just have to see.  My main difficulty is getting to sleep with the sun still partly up.  Trying to get to bed by even twenty hundred, let alone eighteen hundred, is a mess with it being so light outside.  

Still, I did what I could last night.  And this morning.  I went to bed by nineteen thirty, I think.  If I really didn't sleep until after twenty two thirty.  I set my alarm for four, snoozed until... until I didn't.  Then noticed it was five thirty two so started trying to wake up, and did so at about five forty?  Give or take.  Quite a struggle, but, yeah.

As for blood sugar?  That is more positive.  I think this morning is the lowest fasting blood sugar to date.  I think...  At 174, in any case, after messing up with food or tea or both, this is comforting.  Another day, in any case, of little eating... a kefir or two, a fatted coffee, and roasted nuts, then back to eating tomorrow.  I need to pull meat out of the freezer, by the way... note to self.  -  Oh, and now that I am more awake, my lowest fasting was 168.  Two days ago, before it jacked.  So, okay.  But, still, it's... close and closing in.

Raining.

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It had gotten up to 55.  No rain, then.  But that was around noon.  Sometime shortly after it grew dark, darker anyway, and darker yet.  Rain, thunder, dark perhaps by midafternoon?  Or so.  It remains dark and wet.  Still raining?  Off and on.  It is also down to 44 outside.  Exhausted.  I am.

I was worried about blood sugar.  It was still staying pretty steady, at 213 two hours after my last meal.  Yea, that's not good.  I decided to eat nothing else.  That seems to have helped blood sugar begin falling, to 184, a twenty nine point drop.  No, I won't eat until tomorrow, around noon.  And, most likely, I will do another light day.  Just kefir, a fatted coffee, though maybe a can of sardines?  Something light like that.

I'll probably just do one more day of fasting to reset whatever went off kilter.  Hoping tomorrow will be lower, fasting, a lot lower.  But no guarantee.  Hmm, some water would be good, tonight.  Other than that, nothing else.

I can't believe it.

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No one is supposed to be here.  And, yet, responses.  Oh yes.

From long times ago, to more recent?  Relatively.  Some new, if alterations through language or such.  Well, and versions.  Versions which fit her side... of things?

Who is there?

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It's a she, but... not... necessarily human.

Mother?  No, not you.  Or, I should say, not... that mother.  Though... a sister?  aunt?  Again, not ones of... flesh.  Ones of my kind.  She says, accuses, suggests.  I see what is being... shown.  I feel some shame.  But, I know grace, and have let what is wrong go.  Still... what is, is.

Yes, way late.

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I couldn't go down until a bit after nineteen hundred.  I am fighting to get to bed, failing.  As well, I couldn't get up this morning until just here at nine thirty.  I fought, hard.  If to no good.  Though I did have reason to be up a bit later, then not get right to sleep.  A... proposition... regarding a motorcycle.  I half expected a no or yes, but got nothing.  Checking this morning.  Not sure if the potential partner ghosted, or is thinking about the proposal.

And, yes.  That woke me up and got me thinking.  Which made sleep... difficult.  I really need to learn how to ride.  If I am to go overseas.  And, while a 500cc is required for actual licensing, less than that is preferable to learn on.  So... it... gets expensive, just starting out, from that perspective. Money, money, money.

Now, food Saturday jacked blood sugar for yesterday.  A lot.  Back up to 255, fasting, if lower through the day.  It lowered, through the evening, with vinegar and less.  I had hoped the partial fast yesterday would do more.  With a low yesterday of 230, fasting blood sugar this morning is 212.  I guess that is as much as can be hoped... a lower fasting blood sugar than the lowest read from the day before is quite a thing.

Not quite a true fast.

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Or, not how I fast.  For some, fasting includes a few light meals and snacks.  I... don't go that way.  If, actually, that is about what I have done today.  One kefir, so far.  Probably another later.  A fatted coffee, with cream as well.  And, several grabs, about three ounces of various baked nuts, in two different portions through the morning and now into the early afternoon.  One more kefir, if I have anything else.

I may do this again tomorrow.  Whatever happened yesterday, that meal through me way out of kilter, with everything.  It is, pretty much, a similar meal to what I had Monday.  That had no effect, none at all.  Strange.  And, yes, I had vinegar with my tea at the end, again, this time.

As for the weather, we have already gotten rain.  And it is cloudy.  I checked the temps earlier.  It had gotten to 52 by about when I woke, a bit before ten.  Then it seemed to warm up.  Then a minor storm blew in, and between the rain and dark, it kept the temp lower.  Just checking, it was 53.  So... probably cooled off even more there for a bit.

To bed very late.

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Up a bit late.  And, this time, dinner out crashed everything.  Weight is up, if again.  And blood sugar is high.  Yea.  I'll have to be careful from now on.  Down at almost two, up at a bit after nine thirty.  So, not as bad as it could have been, for as late as I was down.  But... not optimal, none of it.  Thankfully it is on the weekend.  There is... a chance to recover.

Coffee is going, in the french press.  Vinegar tonic is prepared, for after.  I'd like a shower, but may skip even that.  I'm still rather sleep deprived.  Just too many things, and calls, and requirements, later in the day, upsetting my sleep time by either direct, or indirect, impingement.  So be it.  Everyone has to deal with these.

Still, was glad to get out.  They are almost... recognizing me, at church.  Welcome?  In time.  Now, though, to add weekdays to my routine.  Masses, that is.  a few, two.  I can't afford more.  But two, and swimming, would be good.  And groceries in there once a week too.  Fresh is gooder.