She stays busy.

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But, puts everyone anywhere near her to work.  We are going to have to change things.  Make a few rules.  If she can't follow those rules...  

She didn't care for habiscis tea, will try others.  Have my doubts.  She has only had the rot-gut black or sweetened "blends".  Her taste buds are set for the standard American diet.  Subtlty is lost on her.  Still, perhaps something real might catch her fancy.

Staying cool.  Here at 14:31, upstairs as I write preparing to nap, it is 65.  Wild.  Never seen it cool this deeply, or for this long, this late in the year.

Blood sugar was still higher, fasting.  At 152.  Bleh.  Back on carnivore though.  Takes time.  

I opened up the back room.  Wasn't sure I wanted too.  Flak about some of my wardrobe.  But, no.  She did notice my pj bottoms are down to mediums.  She asked about those.  Aye.  I have some large and extra large, if they will fit her.  Legs will have to ne shortened, but...  I can't keep them up, even tied right tight.

Probably some t-shirts, for housewear.  While my chest is 48", it fits a 46" better.  Usually.  I need a lot less 'ease' than many.

I had to come up, to rest.  Probably sleep some more.  And so it is, will be.  Sleep almost certainly.  Crashing for the last two paragraphs.  Later, or good night.