Up a bit late.

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I didn't end up going to bed until 22:20~30, or so.  But, that was... okay.  I thought.  Should have gone to bed earlier.  I've been pushing it.  It made waking up this morning brutal.  I didn't, consciously, hear the alarm clock until 5:20.  I must have, as it had been snoozed to then.  But I don't remember.  I just shut it off, then.  No way I was going to wake up any time soon.

When the seven went off, I... hit it.  I was pretty sure I was awake, so turned it off.  I... did get up, within five minutes?  No... more like twenty.  A shower, first thing.  Well, after unlocking the front door.  Expecting someone, early.  But, it looks like they are running late too.

Got the shower.  Have coffee brewing.  Will check the litter box, after feeding Sassy.  A bit of a headache.  I'll take a few painpills with coffee.  Blood sugar is 130 fasting?  Stupid blood sugar!

It was 77 upstairs, this morning, near me.  Didn't check the main.  Down here it is 70 up front, 72 in the main, and was still 49 out there, if the sun has been up for two hours, and is a warm sun this morning.  Some days you can feel it, some days... not so much.  Summer is just not quite ready to give it up, if it never seemed to really hit it's stride.  Or... my diet makes a vast enough difference that summers just don't matter to my body anymore?

Those showers, especially first thing.  Delicious.  I did remember to plastic wrap the wound site before showering, this morning.  With the scab, it doesn't matter as much.  But if I want to wear socks, showering without protection can make the scab a bit gooey.  So... yeah.  The wound site is looking better.  Those dressings were keeping it red and angry, hot and hurting.  Not in the wound, for about two to three inches around it.  What a relief.  That itself was beginning to hurt, a lot.  A few months, and I'll be ready to go back and give them and it another chance to heal.  It's been two years now.  Odd, that all my other wounds healed so well, easily, and almost miraculously quickly.  Just... this one.  Didn't Saint Paul ask God for a remedy, for something?  Some think it was something of a course nature, but gossips always do.  Wouldn't surprise me if it was something as simple as a wound that wouldn't heal.  It's small, but quite humbling.  And ugly.

Oh, coffee.  And feeding Sassy, pulling some steaks to thaw, then tending the litter boxes.  Good morning.  Have a great Saturday.