Didn't hear them.

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Then again, they aren't here to talk.  Just... clear the driveway.  It's a gift, talking is extra.  I... try to remember, and stay inside.  So as not to bother, or lengthen the process.  I... get it.  I just forget, sometimes.  Still, thankful.

Some burger crumble, heated.  It had some gravy in it.  Added a bit of sour cream, and some cheese.  Keeping extras to a minimum in hopes of countering the slight right in blood sugar.  Then, have had a few sips of water, as well as a dose of bone broth.  Both the broth and burger got treated with hot stuff.  But I'm just not tasting it, mostly.

I checked blood sugar, expecting the same, or a bit higher.  Was pleasantly surprised to see it at 100.  Okay.  Frustrated, with it's odd ups and downs.  But, really?  A 133, even fasting?  Is pretty good.  I just... my problem is I don't know what little thing is causing the ups.  I don't need to worry about the downs.  I just... want to try to do my part to keep it down.  Maybe, just maybe, those little bumps up?  Have nothing to do with what I am doing.  It just... happens?  Either until I completely get over being diabetic, or until something else improves?  Or, just maybe, it will always have little bumps in it.  Even that high.  I guess I'll find out over time.

A lot of music, from old.  Some new stuff, if not to my tastes so I haven't been checking the new stuff.  Hmm...  No matter.  Bothersome?  Maybe.  I may put something together.  Put it out.  If I haven't already.  Never can tell.

It is 24 or 25 out there.  With the breeze, and for whatever other reasons, I was shivering so couldn't steady my view.  But that is close enough.  I'd like another coffee?  Maybe.  Broth?  No.  One a day, or every other day, of those.  The only reason I'd have another coffee is for the heat.

I... recently remembered a picture, of an old Chinese or Japanese woman.  She was drinking hot tea.  Out in the cold, for some reason.  Chores, or such, but taking a break.  Oh, she looked so tired, cold, poor.  She was holding onto the tea as if it were golden, or her most precious possession.

I didn't understand the picture, back then.  Not... really.  Empathized?  But couldn't directly sympathize.  That was back when blood sugar was rampant, and I didn't need anything to help heat me.  Not even in the dead of winter.  Now?  I can get cold, even in the summer.  Not high summer, mostly, probably.  But... until it hits 73 F, nearly 23 C, I can catch a chill.  Now that blood sugar is lower.  Now... now I understand.  I can sympathize.  I... watched my hands fold around a jug of joe the other day, and could only imagine that I could have passed for her brother.

Age?  And other things.  I am so used to being invulnerable to cold, down to -40 F (-40 C).  If being subject to heat stress, even hereabouts at altitude, at 70 F (at about 21 C).  And, oddly?  The change is because I am healthier?  Very strange.  Though, my invulnerability was from my youth, so... it isn't just that.  I am quite sure I wasn't type 2 diabetic when a child.  We just didn't get that much sugar, or even milk, or such.  Just from being raised in Iowa, and parts of Colorado.

So, yes.  Another coffee.  Not strong, not all that much cream.  Just... a hot drink, as much to warm my hands with as to drink.  And to know that old woman's misery.  Hmm, send a prayer for her, if she yet lives, that she might be warm, feel blessed, and that she may have a cup of tea or broth or whatnot, to warm her day and heart.  I have to imagine, as God watches us is our various states, and has known them Himself, that... He wishes us little exceptions, moments of comfort, and yet the grace to handle when those aren't available.  Amen?  I... think so.