Strange.

.

.

I just had yogurt.  Say... a cup?  Plain, no additives on their or my end.  Or... so the label suggests.  Not my absolute favorite, but... it's... something I can tolerate.  And, with food being difficult to get in, I'll take what I can get.  Still, I pushed my blood sugar check.  Fifteen minutes after eating isn't a good time, but... I wanted it done.

It is 104?  Never mind.  I don't understand how that works, lately.  But I'll take it.  Nothing but water, and the last of my coffee, for the day.  Still, given the givens, I was able to eat a bit more, better, today.  I'll keep trying.

One can only hope.

.

.

I finally broke down and ordered the ironing things... on a card.  Not much room on the card.  But, that... is that.  It is supposed to be here within a week, we'll see.  I'll see if I can find my irons, and get those going.  Unused, so they should be in good shape.  I did test them, just didn't use them much.

Further, I have spray bottles specifically for ironing.  The irons have tanks, and can be used that way.  But hard water is hard on those.  Even "gooder" water will eventually rust them out.  So, I went with spritzers, of the non-gay or effeminate kind.  :p  Well, as much as ironing can be manly.  And... it can be.  Ask any Jarhead.  Mostly.

Dinner, and a hot drink, was served.

.

.

Bone broth.  Sure enjoy that.  I don't think I'll do coffee again, until cream arrives.  Sour cream... will do.  In an extreme pinch.  But... ugh.  Goes well in the broth, from time to time.  Even then, I wouldn't want it every time.  Oh, but the variations of bone broth serving is wonderful.  Start with butter, and extra salt.  Then add nothing, or cheese, sour cream, whole raw whipping cream, hot spice, even burger, or shredded beef, pork, chicken, and probably leftover fish?  Almost anything, or just about nothing.  Need the salt though.

The burger, with butter, cream cheese, sour cream, and some bone broth was the real winner.  Delicious.  I added my hot stuff, but didn't get much of a... heat profile.  So, I added more.  Nope.  I'm just not feeling it today.  I didn't even just add the hottest one.  I added carolina reaper, habanero, cayenne, regular pepper flakes, and black pepper!  Or white?  If I think white is hotter?  Anyway... almost no heat.  Very odd.

Oh, ouch.

.

.

It's cold out there, boys and girls.  I am dressed for a blizzard.  Clear as a bell, cold as a Scandinavian belle.  Nice.  It's 4 (F, -16 C) out there.  Sort of surprised me.  Then again, now I understand why I still feel cool, with electric heated pants on, as well as layers and else.  That sort of cold seeps in.  If you don't live in winter places, or don't have the money to heat a place as you would like, you just don't understand.

The cold gets into what I call the corners of the house.  You can't escape it.  Oh, I... have my furnace set to 74.  It doesn't matter.  Though, this front room isn't heated, so...  It gets some, from the rest of the house.  But not that much.  And, when it is very cold out, it's... rather cool in here.

Still rough.

.

.

Laundry beat me up.  But it wasn't just laundry.  Doing dishes, showering, and else.  Even if only bits per day, on various days, with days off.  The carnivore diet is stull beating me like a red-headed step child.  

I woke at four this morning.  Started waking at three.  Could have gotten up then.  But wanted to try to sleep longer.  And did.  Sassy has been fed.  I'm having coffee.  No cream, out.  Am using sour cream in there.  It's not perfect, but... it'll do for a short bit.

Still awake.

.

.

It is 14:30, or 14:28, depending on which clock is right.  Bah!  Thought I'd check the last device... 14:29!  Never mind.

Ah... walked away for a bit.  An hour?  Time flies while I... lose track of things.

A very good meal.

.

.

More steak.  Why?  It was thawed, and sounded good.  I'm out of steak for a while.  No, more in the freezer.  But I don't want to take more out.  I'd like what I have to last three months, then begin looking for more, say two or three months out, begin looking for a better price.  Buy several types, as I find better prices, over time.  Probably similarly with burger.

The cookie cutters arrived, today.  No cookies will be cut, but big burgers will be made.  And some smaller burgers.  quarter and half pounders, for now.  These may be too large for my wants.  I'm not sure if the guy giving this advice was used to metrics, and totally wiped on size, or what.  But 4 1/2" diameter seems a bit too large.

Good morning.

.

.

I didn't make it to bed until 17:45, give or take a decade of minutes, if I think that is pretty accurate.  But, you know, when you've been up a long day, been pushing work efforts for a week, it's winter, dark or getting there, and... all else?  Short term memory can suck.  Still, I think so.

Then I woke right before two, 1:57, 1:52, 1:xx... a few minutes before.  I just can't be sure.  Actually?  I thinks it was 1:56, when I rolled over.  How long did it take me to actually get up, getting going, and leave?  I think it was nearly immediate, as in within a minute.  But I... can't swear to that, either.

Something is a bit off.

.

.

I finally got that last load dried.  I had to let it go a second time.  Which... really didn't surprise me.  On the good side, the washer is open to air out for a bit, after running ten, twelve?, loads in the last few days.  The dryer is empty, and dry.  I'll take the clothes up when I go up, if I probably won't mess with them for the moment.  In the morning?  Maybe, at least to sort?  Maybe.

As to problems?  Soft stools.  Not diarrhea, thank heavens.  Just and odd, and too frequent, need to go.  And it being diarrhea-like.  And burning a bit?  Bah.  Probably the infection.  Or that could be a part of it.

Well? I must be tired.

.

.

It isn't almost 16:00.  I was looking right at my watch, checking the time, and... somehow I saw what wasn't there.  It is, just now, nearly an hour later, hitting 14:45?  How did that happen?  Dunno.  But, yes, I am a toaster today.  Drinking coffee, but had some earlier.

No, I just think I have been pushing things.  I am tired, infected, sore, sleepy, and more.  All good.  It's okay to be off by a bit, from time to time?  Aye.  But what gets me is that I... couldn't read what my eyes were clearly seeing.  I don't mind some of my problems.  I do mind that sort of problem.  Which, I think, is fairly rare.

No return call so far.

.

.

I had to have coffee.  I was already getting a headache just thinking about no more coffee.  I had enough, here, for another pot or two.  One if it went large.  After returning, I ground some of the new, but had forgotten about the old.  So I used that in one massive pot.  Four, five doses.  Maybe six.  I usually only use two or three.  So... yes.  

Oh, but the new coffee smells delicious.  The last time I was in, there was only one darker roast to choose from.  I... took what I could get.  This time they were ALL dark roast, double french!  Nice.  I took my time, picking through this and that.  Smelling various ones.  Oh... I picked two which should be absolutely wonderful.  The one I have, from last time, is... fine.  It's simple.  Without a lot of "notes".  But it is good coffee.  Still, I am really wanting to get on to taste these new roasts.

A good start.

.

.

I checked.  He was arriving.  So, I got out and shoveled the sidewalk, and a bit before the garage.  One, just because that isn't plowable, the other because it makes plowing easier.  And... I... like to feel like I helped.  And, I did!  Very little, but... a man has his pride.

He cleared the deck, nicely.  And the running boards to either side.  So nice.  I brought him a salted bone broth.  Since he can't have coffee, and I can't even have hot cocoa because it's sweet, that is what I could do.  On the good side, I think he enjoyed it.  Something warm, and healthy, it's what I could offer, so did.

A few things moving forward.

.

.

A bit more laundry through.  A bit more started.  But I think that will be it for laundry today.  One of the things finished, was washing and drying the 'travel' towels.  I wasn't sure who well they would work.  When dry, one was folded back up and put into it's carry case.  The other was set out for use.

Showers.  Oh my word.  Those are some of the most delicious things I know.  Especially now that food just isn't... of interest.  Long, hot, cleaning everywhere, thrice.  Almost napped in there.  As to the towel?  I am sure the other one will work similarly.  And, yes, it worked very well.  Easier to use than the turkish, if there is still something about those.

Nice how it can work!

.

.

It was 16:15 when I crawled in to bed.  I looked as I was turning over.  Already dark?  Dark enough.  And, on to sleep.

I was worried I wouldn't sleep long.  I have been waking around 21:30 lately, seemingly no matter how hard or long into the day I could make it.  But, I think, I was just sleeping eight to nine hours, but wanted more.  There are times when I can sleep longer.  There are times I can't.  I couldn't.

May make it to 16:00?

.

.

Mostly because I have had a load of laundry... being quirky.  It just wouldn't drain fully.  I set it to drain and spin.  That didn't do it.  So ran it on a normal load (it had been on hand wash).  That did it.  I am drying one part that can't take almost any heat.  A fluff run.  Enough to, hopefully, get it to then air dry?  I'll see.

Then, the rest will go in, with some heat.  I'd like to be up until everything is as dry as it gets.  Not sure that will happen.  Still, it's... been good.

A few things.

.

.

I took my glasses upstairs.  I have... a place for those.  Set up, put away... for if, when, needed.  They were okay, in the bubble containers they arrived in.  But... they weren't all together.  Or... could easily have been lost, bit by pair.  And, it would have happened.  So, I... bought a container.  All good.

As well, I have been keeping up on laundry.  What has been done, was taken up.  And separated.  That which can be folded, has been.  Certain types of shirts, underwear... not sock this time, or yet.  Or not many.  I think there were some, they were mostly unpairable, but have been put where they belong.

Doing fairly well.

.

.

I'm not doing a lot?  But, I have pushed four loads of laundry through.  About to push a fifth.  All cottons, darks.  I do mix textures, as I think that helps cleans better.  I suppose if I had even more of each type, regularly?  I might, then, consider separating, say, jeans from tshirt type material.  But I just don't have the volume.  Even in this massive do everything wash day... week that is.

This isn't even everything.  This is just everything that was upstairs, in the bathroom, or already back in the washroom.  I had... a lot of clothes, and bedding, sitting around upstairs.  And I have more, if that is stacked, folded, sorted, and such.  I'll still probably wash that, as the drawers arrive.  If they work.  I'll pull everything up there, and wash, dry, and fold that all over again.

Not... horrible.

.

.

Sort of shot.  Pushing the last few days, getting out today.  The infected leg?  All sort of a problem... problems.  But I won't quite give up.

Dinner.  The leftover burger and mushrooms, with added sour cream, cream, cream cheese, butter, and hot spices.  Good enough.  The remnants of the coffee.  But, that is being saved for later.  Right now, just water.  I... like water.

A few things?

.

.

Experimenting, with life.  How to make life... quicker, easier, reduced, better?

I doubt if there is a way to perfect life.  All one can do is make life a bit simpler, slightly easier, and bit more manageable, and such?  But, there is a trade-off.  Always trade-offs.  You don't get better, faster, cheaper, easier.  Not without a price, and probably a variety of costs.  The question?  Can you, will you, afford those costs, prices, trade-offs?

Awake, finally?

.

.

For the moment.  I fed Sassy first thing, as she was a very good girl and had brought me a mouse!  She gets... priority when she is a super girl cat!  I give her a lot of attention, loves, feels, and food.  I encourage... the behavior.  I love my little killer.  As mentioned, that's... part of the reason I have cats, not a dog.  I love how they do.  It makes us... kindred.

Blood sugar is high.  At 119 fasting.  But... I... had tacos.  So... shut it!  Ugh.  Why?  They were horrible.  But I was so hungry, and out.  And, really?  There isn't good food out there.  I thought about buying a steak, instead.  But then I'd have to cook it, and I was shot.  Oh well.  We'll see the true damage tomorrow, if the read stays high, or gets higher.  Ugh.

Teeth cleaning.

.

.

It's been five years.  They required a mask, I couldn't wear one.  So... I went without.  Local, too.  So no long drive.  Good thing I called yesterday.  Was, really, just hoping I hadn't missed it.  Could have, have, not this time.  But, it was an early morning, or for me very late night, appointment.

They are... impressed?  A little redness.  But no real issues beyond that.  Most of you have a little redness even if you go regularly, and care for your teeth.  I haven't been caring for my teeth.  At some point, you just give up.  Not even bleeding.

Someone, else, is awake.

.

.

Old tunes.  Strange they come back.  Life hurts.  But it's... beautiful.  Worth living for, dying for.  Amen.

Had to check.

.

.

So I can get on to a nap.  Blood sugar.  I expected between 120 and 150?  Nope.  It was 96.  Down two points from fasting, an hour after eating?  Okay.  I'll take that any day I can get it.  Did only eat half the steak.  Just... couldn't put the rest in, down.  Wanted to.  Couldn't.  

Oh, heating up the sauce.  It got a bit thick, sitting in the pan.  As suggested, I'll put it in with the burger and mushrooms.  Eventually I'll make that sauce, and have a container of it just for steak and roast, or whatever.  I could see adding that to eggs.  Oh yes.

Wow.  I never thought I'd see 96, especially not right after a meal.  Or even 98 fasting.  I didn't think those things were still possible.  And?  I can eat all I want, if... there is a bit of a trick to that which I only half appreciate.  But I'll take it.  Since I'm not showering, I set a load of shirts, mostly, to go.  Sorted out some of the rest of the laundry.  Not quite all of it, but... half of it?  About that.  I probably have enough in there for... six to eight hefty loads, if I have enough of the right sorts.  I just don't mix cotton darks with synthetics.  Wools get their own, and synthetics can be separated into variations.  Whites?  Pretty much altogether, though... some things shrink, and are on the edge, so are done apart.  Ugh.

I do my best.  As a bachelor?  Well... so it goes.  I'd bet a woman would be much fussier.  I know some of my women absolutely refused to let me do the laundry.  I... couldn't see the difference, but they say they could.  If they really could?  Must... suck to have a vagina.  All I'm saying.  Ignorance, in other words, on some things, is bliss.  Later.

Just posting what I wrote two hours ago?

.

.

Aye.  Blogger up and quit.  No reason, or excuse.  It just died, there for a bit.  Okay.  I wasn't sure if it went through.  I attempted to post it right as it quit.  Looks like the earlier post didn't go through.  Find, it's through now?  Who ever knows.

Steak.  Fried in a pat of butter.  But those are so rich, or... something.  This time I made a minor pan sauce.  Sour cream, cream cheese, fresh cream, a bit of salt, and... I think that was it.  And, yes, it... did make the steak a bit less rich.  More edible.  However!  I still wasn't able to eat more than half.  Okay.  At least I can eat it more easily.  The rest of the sauce is going in with the burger and mushroom mix.  Oh, that'll... be tasty.

A new twist.

.

.

Sure, I know bone broth is good.  And, I know how to make it.  But, when completely toasted, that... just doesn't get done.  I know there are broths, commonly for sale.  The old common brands, most easily available.  But the ones I have tasted, easily available, were horrible.  Chemical flavors, strange things in the ingredients, and not even cheap.

So, I started looking.  I have heard about kettle & fire, for a long time.  But, to be honest, I... have doubted it.  What I am finding is that most "keto" or "carnivore" products, being pushed by... pushers... aren't good, aren't keto, aren't carnivore.  If your health is good, you can handle the junk.  But if you are on the edge of extinction, then no.  And you probably shouldn't, even if you are healthy.  It's all rigged against you.

Still... beside what I was hearing, I did my own digging.  It sure looked like the right stuff.  Suitable for when I can't do it myself.  So, finally, I went looking.  I found it at a price I... would buy it at.  And, so, I ordered several batches.  Amazon is taking a long time to ship.  No, I... get it.  Fuel is still up, and they are still trying to cover for past costs, when they weren't ready.  Really, that's just business.  Still, we... all want it here yesterday!

It arrived, and I put the packs in the fridge.  Had to have water, then brush my teeth, then wait a while.  I had half my coffee, then... wanted to try it.  Now, it has, to my taste, as someone who makes their own?  A blander taste straight up.  Notes and ideas of flavors.  So?  So, that is PERFECT!  That is exactly how my bone broth tastes.  I don't add a lot of salt, as that allows me to use it in a lot of ways.

Now, when I am drinking it, theirs or mine, I add fat... either butter (this time, with theirs) or whole cream, and I add salt.  Sometimes I will add garlic or onion powder.  Things like that.

Awake and... okay?

.

.

So nice to wake up in a clean room.  But the floor sure gets dirty quickly.  I... may have to figure something out that way.  House shoes, just for the upstairs?  I have flipflops, but don't were them upstairs because they are dangerous on the stairs.  For me.  But, a pair of full coverage slip-on shoes might work.  Nothing fancy, just... something to wear while up there.  But not down here, unless/until I clean these floors too.

The CDC keeps calling, asking me to join in some sort of town hall.  No.  I have no interest in talking to a corporate pharma crony, which only wants my approval for it's evil actions.  No.  They don't want my input, I've given that by completely ignoring their (continuing) false vaccine push, and everything else they do.  From that, to their suggestion that diabetics eat sugar, to...  They are, basically, anti-human.  They want us dead, they aren't in the business of health, or wellness.

Wanting to crash.

.

.

Just couldn't?  Something... not allowing it.  So, I was hoping to go long, into the day.  I made it to 14:00, and a lot, half?  three quarters? to the next hour?  Or so.  But... that isn't going to happen either.  At 8:06, I am about to crash.  Just... easing into it.

Hungry, very hungry.  And, yet, not.  I thought of ordering a pizza later.  But?  I realize: a) it wouldn't taste good.  Carby food just doesn't taste good now.  It really doesn't.  b) I would feel terrible after.  Gas, gi issues, lots of things just go wrong after I eat those foods. c), d), e), etc.  As well, I know that if I ate one such meal, I would end up eating two or three, maybe four.  While it doesn't taste good, and isn't good for me?  It is addictive.  For me, it's a lot like a drink.  I simply can't have just one.

Who goes there!?!

.

.

What a... strange response.  I'd... almost think... never mind.

You send them, I tally, and present.

Well...

.

.

So very tired.  I just... I wasn't sure I would get to anything that hadn't already been done.  But I so wanted the trash and recycling out.  Bottles, bottles, everywhere.  While I don't want to drink out of plastic, for now, it's what I can afford, and do.  And, so, I do.  Which means recycling.  Even if I know that is a lie.

I did get them policed, gathered, bagged, and with the rest of recycling, out.  And the last bag of trash, while at it.  Then both barrels to the curb.  Otherwise I was going to sit there, gaming, until I timed out.  I thought I might have timed out, but... no.  I... did get this, and Sassy fed.

Such a mood.

.

.

I don't understand it.  Maybe I pushed a little hard, in too many areas, all at once?  Maybe I enjoy the sweet pains of effort, and... they remind me of other sweet suffering?  I can't say, with certainty.  Only that a collection of songs built up, because they made sense.  To me.  Maybe they will... please the darker parts of your loving heart too.

Hmm?

.

.

I was having problems in the game.  I was playing a portion of the game, which is on a timer.  Days, to play a segment.  Eleven days?  Or so I thought it said, to start.  But it ended up being more like six or seven days?  You had to do things, find these types of creatures, scan various animals, planet types, etc.  And, visit five specific locations.

The problem is, it was nearing timing out.  And I hadn't found the fifth spot.  On and on, in the space game, I ported around.  Following a path?  To nowhere it seemed.  And, really, it was leading me to nowhere.  It seems, if you pass it by accident, or such... just don't see the maker on your travels, it will never lead you back.

Not even officially awake?

.

.

Aye, true that.  But, already to it.  The collection of socks, beside my bed?  That I put in a hamper?  I decided to sort those.  Those I am keeping, I will wash.  Those that are going I am pairing and putting in a box for the go.  A few years ago, I wouldn't have bothered.  Nobody needed.  Now?  Now people are hurting.  And, these socks are barely, or not actually, worn.  Tried various socks.  Most weren't actually sized up.

I got what I am keeping together, in the final basket, and down.  So, for now, everything that needs washed, from upstairs, is in the back room.  Most of what can be folded or paired is already... folded, paired, and put up.  Not ideally, in boxes, for now.  I'll see when I finish laundry, take down those folding tables, and check the system I have up, behind it.

Oh, that shower was to die for.

.

.

It's been... a while.  Just... first, I couldn't.  Then, I was so busy being busy, I had no time!  Ugh.  But, yes, today.  Today was the day, and a very good one.  Nice.

I had hoped to weigh in before showering.  And, maybe, being able to have a bm before hand, or at least pee.  Nope.  Last time it was 250, I think?  So, I... wasn't sure.  It was 248 before that.  Always... a bit nervous about getting on the scale.  Still, on the thing I got.  The number... I had to look twice, three times.  Scrunch to see, to make sure... 246.2?  That is... the lowest I have weighed since they put me on lithium in the Navy.  Wrong stuff.  They knew it.  Didn't care, weren't going to treat a bum heart in a young guy, and be in debt to his illness for the rest of his life?  Well... that... was the plan.  Anyway... so... okay.

Just a bite.

.

.

Burger, mushrooms, with just a bit of water, then with the cheese and sour cream.  Simple, mostly.  But very good.  Better than most of what I have been eating lately.  Forgot to spice it up, but will the next time I have it.  Very good, really.  Beef stroganoff, without the noodles... or rice... or whatever starch or carb one chooses.

Mostly just gaming, otherwise.  I think it was 23 out there, and it has snowed more.  But just a few inches, three?  Four at most, or what stuck.  Enough to get the plow to come through a few times.  On the main road.  Fair enough.

A good boy?

.

.

A very good boy.  I... didn't... I couldn't do much.  I knew that.  But, I wanted to get the bed made.  So, up I went.  It was more work than anticipated.  But went well.  Done.  Everything back in it's place, bedding wise.  The bed with fresh linen, blankets sorted, and the electric blanket on top.  I only use that occasionally, but it's a nice add even without power on.  Nice.  I'll set up my bedside when I go on up to sleep.  Just a few things to sort, simple.

But, as I was about to head down, wearied by my work, I... thought... I'd at least sort the shirts.  There are four types, five?  Six?  Something.  Long sleeved, and wool or flannel, and regular (cotton).  Short sleeved of t-shirt, polo, linen.  And some sleeveless, tanks and muscle.  I only folded the lighter, t-shirt, polos, and lighter long sleeved items.  Anything button down was set aside, in various groups.

I wanted to do more.

.

.

The bedroom?  It's... on my mind.  Clearing up that bit I did, between yesterday and earlier?  Oh... I... wanted more.  But, first, I took care of some more boxes down here.  Really ripping on the boxes.  Two thirds, if I were to guess.  A... start.  I kept going down here for the same reason I kept going up there.  It... looked better.  And, I thought it could look even better yet.  And it does.

After working here, I went up.  Thought I might not be able to work long.  And, really, couldn't.  But... long enough.  I set the beside stuff off, in a little bin.  But ready to be put back when... it's time.  Then I stripped the bed, moved the mats over to where they can air on both sides, each.  Then flattened the carpet, under the works.