An odd night.

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It was just too cold!  I had to turn the ac off, and open the windows.  Then it got really warm.  Not all that much difference between 73 and 77, but it... was difficult.  Why was 73 so frigid seeming to the senses, and 77 so hot?  Whatever, I finally got used to it being warm, then slept well.  But 73 was just too cold.  My legs ached from the cold?  Very strange.

Still, I was able to wake, get everything off and the windows open, then get back to bed in very quick, short, order.  Plus let Sassy know the ac was off.  She can handle a fan, but not the ac.  She didn't arrive immediately, but I woke to her sneaking in later.  I can hear her, even with the fan blasting me.

Awake right at eight.  It was 76 near me, 75 in the main, upstairs.  I may turn the ac on midafternoon, up there.  Let it run through the night until I wake up freezing again.  There was a time when I couldn't wake, or act, through the night, when it was cold.  So just had to suffer.  Things seem to be better?  Health is lightly improving.

Oh, this time I weighed first thing, before having anything.  And, after voiding my first time.  Just peeing this time.  Though I really like it when I can have a bm.  But, on carnivore, that just isn't a daily thing.  Or, not usually.  If I fast for a few days, then eat a lot, it... can move several times.  But even then, not always.  Or, if I fall off, and eat trash food, then get back on it for a while, if that is often softserve.  Bleh.

But, today, and from now on, at the minimum, when I weigh in I won't have had even a water, certainly not food.  Just to keep it as even as possible.  The scale read 228.8 this morning.  Nice.  Into the 220's, and going on down.  I should think I have come down from 236.x in the last four or five days?  Or so.  Lets just say eight pounds, give or take.  I'll take that, especially if I can keep on that.  My initial goal is two hundred pounds, though possibly 190, maybe 180.  Depending on how I look, feel, measure.  Loose skin?  I don't think that goes away.  It's just a reminder, like a scar.  Some say they lose it, if I think they probably actually have surgery(ies), but don't tell us that.

Blood sugar is 129 fasting.  Still a bit odd, but okay.  What I changed is I stopped adding one thing to my coffees.  It was never a problem before.  I do wonder if that has been loaded with sugar, or some other carb.  Sabotaged.  Yes, I do think they would do that.  Whoever comes in, doesn't like me.  It isn't just a thieving thing.  It is active hatred too.  They have done other things.  Can tell.

I think I will cancel the sell option on my home.  I got a rough offer, that is enough.  I don't want people in or around my home, until I get things in much better shape.  Will... work on things, if I can.  Now that I am coming back to better shape?  Or... I think so.  I'll see what I can do in the living room this week, and maybe this front room.

They are much improved, and staying in pretty good shape so far.  But I would like to finish them.  Then, if I can get the living room cleared, cleaned, and emptied, I'd like to get a steam vac in there.  Run it morning, then evening, maybe two days?  Especially since I'm not in there.  I have those clear plastic runners, so can make a path through it.

Then put furniture and such back, maybe set up an office space in there.  Then begin in on the spare bedroom, then master bedroom.  Cleared, cleaned, but this time, do both rooms, with the steam vacuum.  They haven't had much traffic, so just a morning and afternoon hit, on both, should be enough.  Let them dry and begin organizing what is to be packed, what is to be tossed or perhaps offered for charity?

All this week?  Doubtful, by maybe in two weeks?  Maybe.  Then the kitchen, and on back.  Though, perhaps, working on my bedroom upstairs, in bits and spits?  I suspect I'll be able to get a good one or two or three rooms good, before crashing hard again.  For a week or month, or two.  Then back to it?  One can hope.  But... the gig is to get to it.

As fall hits, I am hoping to do some work on the lawn, too.  Or... something.  Ugh.  Can't be out in the heat as much as I would want, in order to do anything solid out there?  Though, might try to do small areas, things, in the lead up to more work?  Maybe.

It was 66 outside, when I woke.  It's 76 in this front room, 73 in the main.  I have things open, for now, for a bit.  Medicine is down, with the first water.  I'm thinking, before too long, I'll get the griddle hot and fry a sirloin.  Then, on to life otherwise?  Mostly just wake until I get the griddle, and coffee, going.  Good morning.