An very odd warm day.

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Raining, or sprinkling, on and off all night.  Not a bad thing, just... it's February!  It is 43 out this morning.  Crazy.  Ten to thirty above normal?  More.  And it has been rather warm all winter.  The rain is good, there is there.  Hopefully snowing in the mountains.  As weird as things are, there is no guarantee.

With important items arriving today, I want to keep aware.  One item has been delivered.  Though whether it is actually two items in one package or just one item, I haven't yet determined.  Four items, I was informed would be arriving together, in two packages.  Thought... that may not be the truth of things.  I could see two of the items arriving as a single bundle.  However, what arrived should have been with another item?  Even if they weren't bundled together.  But only the one item is here.

God, I hope they didn't lose the big item.  Or break it?  Though, if they broke it, I hope they just took it back.  Ugh.

I did get some work done in the livingroom.  Just a bit.  And am hoping to do a bit more through the day, and get into the spare bedroom.  Probably moving stuff from in there on to the master bedroom for now.  So tired, sore a bit, too.  Not from the work, from illness.  The warming is throwing me off, somehow, too.

Strange.  But even when I have it down to 66, it feels a lot warmer in here.  The cold, as I like to say, isn't in the corners... when it is warmer out there.  It is more like a balmy 66, rather than a chill, or harsh, 66.

Blood sugar is down to 147, a thirty six point drop from yesterday.  I was beginning to think blood sugar wouldn't come down.  Now, though, to keep at carnivore.  Absolute carnivore for at least two weeks.  Though, really, I need to stick with it.  Adding only salads, from time to time, and cabbage a time or two a month.  The rest has to be meat.  It's what works with my health.

It is a miserable day.  Has been a miserable week.  Will... keep trying though.  Why things hurt, in the oddest ways, I can't know.  Oh... but I did figure out the foot thing.  I was right, it isn't a health thing.  I woke, last night, with my foot bound in the blankets.  My hind brain was just getting ready to kick that foot loose when I woke and said, no, no, no!  That is what is happening.

Why am I not waking up?  How is my foot getting so tangled?  Ah... being so warm, I am torn from being n the blankets to needing to cool off!  That's it.  And, I am so tired from the changes.  Hmm...  I thought about a foot protector, of some sort.  I'll bet the smaller croc would do.  Not comfortable to wear at night, but with the heel strap, it should stay on.  Maybe... if I can tolerate wearing it to bed?

I realized, last night, when I understood what is happening, that this has been done before.  I realized this a long time ago, last time my foot hurt, at least once.  But there is something about realizing you are, truly, your own worst enemy?  It's a bit of a horror thing.  That you have, so terribly, been hurting your own self?

I dreamed of a woman.  A real one, but one I rejected.  She uses drugs.  Beside not being fertile, the drug thing.  It's a no go.  Every time I'd turn around she'd be into my account, or wallet.  She'd keep me in the poor house, and probably screw around on top of it.  Drugs just don't work.  If both do them, but that is doubling the misery, or more.  She did ask why not.  I told her, the whole of it.  She knew.  I knew.  She just... wanted to be sure... I just didn't want... something different?  Special?  Nope.  Just a hug, and a few kids, and a clean woman.  And, yes, she knew all of why.  She would only ever be an expensive rental... not a keeper.

Well... on to something?  So tired, sore, such.  Later.