Good, but...

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Down at 20:30?  Or so.  Always some give or take.  When stretching my day, the end of the day becomes fuzzy, as to memory.  But about then.  Awake at two thirty, if I didn't crawl out until three.  Just a slower start.  Which... was okay.  I had, this time, set the alarms for four and six.  The goal, as always, is to be up before those go off.  I... hate alarm clocks.  The sound, the sensation of being pulled from sleep mechanically, everything about them.  I... like what they offer.  Or the dream of what they can offer?  If they worked, regularly, for me, I'd have a regular day.  They are more a hope than a reality for me.  Part of why I hate them?  Angry at my fate.

Still, up.  Awake, this day.  No need to fuss or be sad, about life.  Not on this day.

Sassy was fed, her litter cleared, her water refreshed.

Blood sugar is 90, fasting.  Weekly is down to 115 (and falling like a rock, was 131 less than a week ago), with biweekly and monthly at 132 and 143, perspectively.  That's... more like it.  I honestly am not sure why it is dropping.  I'm not doing anything... different.  Eating smaller meals, but eating regularly.  Once, sometimes twice, a day.  Plus coffee.  Coffee is counted as eating, not because of it's volume, but because I use a quarter to half a cup of whole raw heavy cream.  It has... roughly four hundred calories for a half cup.  Even two hundred calories is... pretty much a meal, for me, these days.  Weight is a water thing.  Working on it.  Have to stop eating as much vinegar brine pickled foods.  Aye.

It is right around 32 out there.  But definitely on the freezing side of that, for now.  My mind, and eyes, and brain, are too fuzzy to have noticed much else about the weather, other than that it isn't snowing or raining atm.  No wind, or gusts, while I was out there.  Seems... still.  And the hoot owl was hooting.  Further afield.  Sometimes the bird is in a tree hereabouts, maybe a usual pattern?  But, at this time, it's kittycorner, across my block, to the north west, nearly directly?  Well... save... the town is a bit on a jag from true north?  Or just my perceptions.  But... thereabouts.

I love living in a town where a hoot owl can find a place to live.  Mourning doves, and songbirds too.  Not such a hungry world, so that everything gets et.   It's... an official scrabble word.  Or... was until the company went woke.  Perhaps it's now too big a word for some people.

Well... on to the day.  Good day.