Nice how it can work!

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It was 16:15 when I crawled in to bed.  I looked as I was turning over.  Already dark?  Dark enough.  And, on to sleep.

I was worried I wouldn't sleep long.  I have been waking around 21:30 lately, seemingly no matter how hard or long into the day I could make it.  But, I think, I was just sleeping eight to nine hours, but wanted more.  There are times when I can sleep longer.  There are times I can't.  I couldn't.

Waking this morning, I realized I had made it.  Not... all that long, but it was 1:30.  What, nine hours and change?  A bit longer than usual, but not too long, or short.  Rested, woke easily and quickly.  Up and down, fast.

I wanted to do a weigh-in, before eating or drinking anything.  Right at 245.0... a nice even number, and 1.2 pounds less than before.  Okay, that was good.  So, I decided to check blood sugar.  It is 117 fasting.  Still being punished, lightly, for the tacos.  And they tasted so bad!  Ugh.  BP?  I may check that later, or not.

Oh, but I have decided not to let the dental clinic do bp.  My guess is, as with all medical, they get payments for high readings, so they... get high readings.  I won't give them that avenue for falsifying medical readings, and getting paid for it.  They can go fuck themselves.  Medical has become a criminal org.  Fuck that.  Liars and cheats, just in on trying to kill us off.  Stupid enough to do it.  No!

I did get the last of the laundry over.  I think I reset it this morning?  Some things up.  Oh, and another load in this morning.  I will do some laundry today, but also want to get a shower, and dishes started.  Clothes are being sorted, folded, put away, as they go up.  Really keeping up on it.  But have so much yet to do!  Ugh.

And, when I finish with laundry, or this grouping?  Then I need to put tables away, and get to more work sorting and arranging up there.  Plus, work on boxes here and there.  Do some more sorting in other areas, collecting MORE clothing, bedding, and such.  As well as trying to clean a few areas, a bit at a time.  Things are going so well, and I really did make a breakout.  When I can breath, I wish to push.  When I can't, I still want to do a few batches of a few things, in a few areas, each day.  Maybe only three half hour sessions, in various parts.  But... something, every day.  Though, if I get to daily dailies, I'll... take Sunday off.  Save maybe some cooking for the week?  A whole chicken, a beef roast, or several pounds of burger, perhaps two of those or similar.  Then, just a steak once in a while, and the leftovers elsewhen.

I'll check on laundry.  Might be done, some of it.  Then get a shower taken.  Coffee, and a meal, before or after.  It's a good day.  But... what day?  Just turned Thursday?  Yes!  Oh, and... if I can keep up this new potential schedule?  I'll be awake only one day at a time.  When waking before midnight by a good deal, I... am up, say, both Thursday and Friday, and so on.  It... gets confusing.

Wonderful.  A good start.  Hungry, first, I think.  Later.