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And ending.  For now.  I pulled the shirts from the dryer, moved the others into the dryer, and added a load of underwear and shorts... outer shorts.  Those won't be hung either, all folded.  I even have drawers to put things, now.  Then I put all the shirts I had up on hangers.

Checking, however, for spots.  On the front.  Man food spots.  I had to throw several more shirts out.  And all of the old synthetics, after a brief review, also went.  Wasn't even going to bother washing those.  I may have just enough hangers for what is in the dryer.

As well, I started the grill.  It is 36 out there, and looks to have been raining.  I thought I heard it raining, or sprinkling, earlier.  I guess so.  The lamb chops should be good.  I have a pan ready for the mashed palm heart "potatoes".  Hoping for the best, expecting the worst.  It's... food, I guess.

The next time I am out that way, I'll clear the litter boxes.  Possibly change water for Sassy.  And, possibly, set up another herbal tea.  I iced the one yesterday, and really liked that.  I might just do it again.  Iced coffee a today, too.  Just to be different, in a normal way, for once?  Tea would be really good with dinner.  Well, no caffeine, but it's... good all the same.

Blood sugar is down to 100?  Okay.  Then again, it was down to 91 last night, so I shouldn't be so surprised.  I am eating better.  Even the beans, in the chili, didn't throw me, as I thought they would.  Or the tacos and chimichanga the other day.  While I'm pushing it, I'm also not... too much.  Straddling the line more than pushing well over it?  And, what else I am doing, is helping.  Only drinking unsweetened, or rightly sweetened drinks, adding extra fat, and protein, to cover carbs and not eating a whole lot of those.  Doing fairly well.  My weekly average is down to 124, and my highest is the three month average, at 138.  Slowly, surely, again.

I just need to... stay on the diet.  I can do it.  I just... get hungry, out on the town... or don't think I can eat one more beef, or pork, or chicken, meal, then blow it.  But I think I can.  If I can keep up on dishes, and be ready to cook.  Of course, those are problems.  I trip up when I can't simply do what needs to be done.  Having sixty pounds of steak, burger, chops, chicken, etc, does me absolutely no good if I can stand to cook it.  I can only do my best.  But... it's... coming back around.

I'm still amazed, walking through the place, seeing how much has changed within easy memory.  Things that were in the way, a blight, messy, cluttered... slowly getting less so.  Some places, like the living room, are much more wide open.  Even upstairs, when I go up for something, is very good.  Well... a part, or parts of it, are.  It's almost like living in someone else's house.

I need to find a small screw drive to work on the glasses.  I prefer that pair.  Progressives.  Once you get used to them, they are great.  Until you do, they are a massive headache.  It is like learning to read, all over again.  At first, the things before you don't make sense.  Then, one day, it's like...  Ah!  An a, a b, a c, and then words begin to come into focus.  But, when you learn to "read", to use progressives, it's very good.  With a few minor issues.  You can't move, while reading, literally, or you might lose the place and focus.  Messy, sometimes, until you learn discipline too.  Worth it.

I'm glad the VA eye doc talked me into it.  Worth it.  Some of those guys are pretty tops.  Some of them I wouldn't save if they were drowning.  Others?  No comment.

Oh, I want to, after dinner, and a bit of rest from that, get to washing counters and the stovetop... and the kitchen sinks.  Then a shower?  Or should I clean the table off first?  Yes.  Then a shower.  Maybe a shave.  And... laundry.

Ah... the timer.  Need to check the grill.  It might be ready.  Later.