Bah!

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Still wasn't done.  But I didn't want to give it another twenty, or anymore really, at full blast.  But an open oven wouldn't work either.  So... I turned the oven off, closed it up, and am giving it twenty minutes.  I'm... pretty sure I can pull it then, then give it fifteen minutes on the counter.  Wow.  Very very strange.

Ah-ha!  I... know.  I was GOING to put two cups of water in, last time.  I only put one in.  And, the time before, I added more fluid then either time.  So... the extra twenty, forty minutes this time, was due to the extra liquids.  Okay.  At least there is a reason, other than a very slightly elevated humidity in the house.  That... wasn't adding up.  This does.

Why the importance of detail?  I'll know how much fluid I like in my custard.  Which bakes out best.  To my tastes anyway.  If there is no difference?  Then I'll go with the shortest time, which means the least fluid.  The differences I am trying each time will be noticeable, and separately.  The volume of sweetener, for liquid, is so little that it won't have an impact on texture, only sweetness.  And the fluid differences are larger enough that if there IS a difference by that, and cooking time commiserating with it?  It will easily show.  Not that... I meant to.  It's merely that I forgot what I had done the last time, until after I... was finished.  Too late to change to the original, or second, way.

It will be coming out of the oven, this time.  And have to sit for fifteen minutes.  Then I'll know.

Oh, but since it wasn't coming out, I went ahead and finished the dishes.  And reset the dryer for another fluff load.  So... yes... getting somewhere, again, today.  But will need to nap in a bit.  I'm absolutely running out of steam.  Just breathing is becoming... a bit panicked, any time I do more than stand for five.  It's a rush to get back to my seat, at this point.  Pushing right to the edge, and a little past.  Tally-ho, good chap!  Bastards.

Blood sugar is 120.  Still not optimal.  But... better than the mid 130s and 140s, which it can hit lately.  Again?  Yes, again.  Bastards!

Timer, to pull the custard.  *beep, beep, beep*  Gah!  I hate timers, just need them.  Later, maybe.