Tired beyond belief.

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We have been half running, as able, for a week and more really.  That with her just out of the hospital.  With us eating, mostly, poorly because of our various limits.  If we have, or I have, gotten back to (mostly) right eating.

I tried an apple, from a neighbor, today.  I was hoping home grown, fresh, it might be doable.  Nope.  One small apple took blood sugar from 113 fasting to 188.  Those, the apple sauce, and apple butter mother makes from the busshel or so will be for her.

Still, it was good to try.  It was delicious.

I have been doing well.  Taking medicine, back mostly to carnivore.  My three month blood sugar average is 127.  So, yes, sorting things.  That is a decadal low for my three month average, at least.

Mom has been doing a lot of work.  In part, opening for some upcoming projects.  As well, to open a spot for the cage for Jasmine.  It is turning into a cold and oddly wet fall.  Would like to get her indoors, at least, or especially at night.

I have a handful of larger projects, appointments, and else to sort.  Over the next week or two.  Then I let mom know that I will be taking a few weeks to hit the upstairs, get my zone in order.  Maybe month, depending how fast, well, and how much is truly needed.  I want this upstairs to be as good as the downstairs?  Wish me great fortune and preserverance?  Please.

Not sure when work on various parts of the house will begin.  One project may begin in the next week or two.  Other projects will be starting in a month and a half, or two.  Over being terrified, about costs, the debt.  Though excitement can be almost as stressful?  Yes, I think so.

On to a nap.  Or long sleep.  Good night.  Be well.