A bit of a surprise.

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Trash, the two bins needing sorted anyway, were finished filling then taken on out.  As well,  while at it, I collected two bags of recycling and got those out.  Nothing fancy, but it is something.

Then I started on pots and pans, for cooking anyway.  The burger smelled good.  Will find out while frying it.  If that proves out as well, I'll be able to make spaghetti meat sauce.  Otherwise I'll toss that, and just wait for fresher burger to thaw.  I also did find a larger stock pot, clean, for making the "pasta".

Coffee is brewing now.  I'll enjoy that after this post.  More than I thought I would get done.  I may not be finished.  I'd like to finish recycling.  Get the rest gathered and out.  Sack all the bins back and have them ready.  And take a shower before going on to bed, with enough time to dry.  Trimming the whiskers first.

Oh, I never did take painpills.  I'll get some of those down with coffee.

Blood sugar, after one coffee, is back down to 108, so about a forty four point drop from fasting.  Strange, but gladly accepted.

So slow, so difficult.  While nothing but the heart hurts, the exhaustion is all but painful.  It is absolutely beating me up.  Which... isn't terrible.  I've definitely had worse.  Even so, it feels like what I imagine a live bug, without the grace of the killing jar, being pinned to a corkboard for presentation would be like.  Including the piercing pain.  Not... that bad, as it might sound.  Though given that bugs probably don't have as 'responsive' of a nervous system.  But... can suffer.  So it is.

Well, on to coffee.  Then a trim.  And... the rest, I hope.  I am definitely hungry.  Later.