Years.

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While waiting to hear back, about whether to expect a visit this afternoon or evening, I went in and laid down on my couch.  Grabbed a seat cushion pillow and a blanket I keep down here.  For chilly mornings, and winter.  I arranged all and tucked in.  Tried to get Sassy to come up and nap with me, but she was having none of it.

If... it's a new situation, she just won't... do whatever.  Until, or unless, she becomes used to it on her own, in her time.  Which is fine with me.  Other than picking her up, some rare times, I don't bother her too much.  Sometimes she fusses about that, sometimes no.  But she doesn't get mean.

As I was resting there, I realized... it has been... years, quite a few, since I have even had space to sit on that couch.  Let alone had it completely open so as to lay down on it.  And, to get to it.  It wasn't in as bad of shape as I had feared, either.  A little small, but... okay, for scrunching up on.

Finally, I have a cooler place to nap, during the day.  That room only got to 75, and started going down hours ago.  While this room is still at 80.  Though I can probably open the front door, it should be cooler out there now?  I'll check as I pull the ribs off the griddle.  But, that... might help.

Someone, driving by in a bigger white truck, shouted as they drove by, to "Kill yourself".  Not... sure if they were yelling at me.  They were heading west, so to even have seen me, on the east side of the house, nearly in the back yard, in time to yell out?  Still, no one else was around.  Oh, there... are some who do wish that.  You... read my blog, right?  Listen to some of the music?  Yes, there are some who would see me dead, happily.  Quite a few, most likely.

Anyway.  I got the ribs done and in.  Pretty fatty.  Couldn't eat them all.  Two left.  Oh, they are very thin.  Very fatty.  I'll have some bitters shortly, just because that fat was some serious mojo.  Delicious, up to a point.

I did check blood sugar before eating.  It was down to 107.  Good, very good.

I am hoping I can drag myself in, get a shower, and dry off a bit before going on up to bed.  It was down to 71 by, say, 20:30?  Give or take a dime or quarter.  I never did open up this front room door, so it's still 80 up here.  But that is... actually... nice.  I never would have believed I would think 75 was too cool.  But... there it is.  Almost cold out there, and more so in the kitchen.

Ah, bitters.  Then a shower and drying off.  Goodnight.