Awake, finally?

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For the moment.  I fed Sassy first thing, as she was a very good girl and had brought me a mouse!  She gets... priority when she is a super girl cat!  I give her a lot of attention, loves, feels, and food.  I encourage... the behavior.  I love my little killer.  As mentioned, that's... part of the reason I have cats, not a dog.  I love how they do.  It makes us... kindred.

Blood sugar is high.  At 119 fasting.  But... I... had tacos.  So... shut it!  Ugh.  Why?  They were horrible.  But I was so hungry, and out.  And, really?  There isn't good food out there.  I thought about buying a steak, instead.  But then I'd have to cook it, and I was shot.  Oh well.  We'll see the true damage tomorrow, if the read stays high, or gets higher.  Ugh.

Oh, and for what I paid for tacos, I could have had the absolute best steak money can buy.  So, next time, I really gotta go with steak.  And those tacos were... bad.  I can't find good tacos these days.  Why?  Because, tacos really aren't good.  What I used to like I simply can't eat anymore.  Heck, I don't even really like what I am allowed to eat!  Ugh.  Just, I like it enough better.  I ordered six, ate three and a half, tossed the rest.  Bleh.

I burned the pan sauce I was heating up yesterday.  Forgot to set a timer.  Oh well.  I'll... try to make another sauce, while I warm the burger today.  Cream cheese, sour cream, a bit of whole cream, and some beef bone broth.  Well, and salt.  That... needs some serious salt.  And fresh ground pepper.  Doctors will tell you that will kill you.  Destroy your heart.  As someone with a terrible heart?  Who has figured out how to survive it mostly?  No... the doctors are lying to you.  

They want you on medicine, and then in the grave by sixty.  That's... there goal, not longevity.  Do they have a point?  If you don't believe in God, life, or have faith?  Sure.  In a purely secular numbers game, it's all about controlling all the populations, including humans.  If you believe in God?  You will know that to let it be is... right.  Intervening in the human condition, as if God, is evil.  So?  So, eat meats, avoid the rest, and don't listen to a damn thing doctors tell you.  You can be damned sure they don't follow the advice they give.  They want to live longer, just like you should.

Hmm...  Well, today?  I already turned over a load of laundry.  Started a next.  Sorted through the laundry more thoroughly.  I've... got a lot of laundry to do.  Five colored cottons, four between synthetics and woolens, five whites, though maybe a sixth of white synthetics that don't take heat well... ugh, and more?  We'll see.

Plus, as I dig down through?  I'll be pulling from some drawers and other spaces.  Washing EVERYTHING!  Then, sorting.  As I fold shirts, I'll be putting some in the trash.  I'd love to keep for rags, but I don't really use those sorts of rags?  I'm... not a good homekeeper.  I don't know these things well enough.  I love a woman who... does know these things.  Respect her, within that moment of wisdom.

As well, another shower.  I... so love those things.

If I can get going, I may... sort out the leg.  It hurts like the dickens.  All of the time.  But... to get it tended... is... troubling.  Potentially a long drive.  And a long day in the ER.  And... who knows.  I may simply just have to die of it.  Getting it tended is... a mess.  A mess possibly beyond my ability to tend.  Simple, they should just send antibiotics.  But they won't.  So... I don't know.  Stuck.

But, laundry, through the day.  Dishes?  Well, let me hit the freezertop first, though I'll restart the dishes I pulled yesterday.  And, maybe another group.  Folding, as I get through laundry.  And food through the day.  I'm sort of hungry, but not.  Ugh.  Later.