I crashed.

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I think it was around... hmm... I should say, sometime after 10:30.  But, at 10:30 or 11:00, perhaps as late as noon?  In there somewhere.  I don't remember AFTER 10:30.  But insomnia will do that.

Sleep was gorgeous.  I used the electric blanket, which really helps.  Once I get warm, after that initially shiverfest from getting in cold, I sleep so well and pleasantly... as if on clouds.  I don't need heat for long.  Just... long enough to create a bubble, warm the body, then it takes over.  Delicious sleep.  And, that wound doesn't hurt... as much, as often.  The cold is a part of what causes it such pain.  Perhaps why it isn't healing?

Snow.

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Just not down here in the valley?  From what I saw, no.  Only looked from the upstairs window, so... the area I can see and angles and such mean I could have been mistaken.  But, if there is snow, it is tucked in corners, anything that might remain.  But, snow even so.  Just in the mountains.  Beautiful.

I am a bit surprised.  It was down to 34 when I went to bed at around 4:30.  Though it seemed to have stop raining very shortly after I went to bed.  I slept quickly, but... the sound of rain is so pleasing that I often hear it right on into sleep.  It seems to have shut off quickly.

What a day.

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Not down until 22:30, I think.  Pretty close.  I set the alarm for eight and ten.  I shut the eight off immediately, snoozed through the ten alarm until twenty two after, or so.

Then a shower.  I had moved dishes out so I could get to a shower first thing, and... roughly... did.  Took a while.  My body does hurt.  Why?  I can't say.

Strange day.

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The extra visits stopped around the turn of the month.  Since then there have been about forty to fifty visits a day.  Back to what had become the usual, after a few years of elevated visits... until I unplugged from the net for a while.  Seventy, today.  Which is the temperature.  Just... an... odd mix.  A strange visit number and a warmer day than of late, if even then far cooler than usual?  Yes.

I contacted a neighbor.  It was trash and recycling day.  Bah.  Which isn't... too awful.  I'll get the bags out tonight, anyway.  There isn't much.  It will do find for a week.

Bikes...

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I did a bit more looking tonight.  Reminiscing too.  

The first bike I was going to buy.  I sat it, liked it.  Planned on it.  Just waiting for my reenlistment bonus, $35k in the day.  Then, or put that away and wait for my pay upgrade to petty officer second class.  Or?  I was pretty sure my captain, the co of my sub, was putting in for mustanging.  Busting ranks.  He had done it, had been... waiting for the next one.  Thought he found me.  Yea, so... perhaps waiting until that came through, putting all the other bonuses up for... my first house?

Up?

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Sort of, for a while?  Wanted to get to the post.  Been weighing on my mind.  Kept failing.  Today.  I... couldn't sleep well.  So, after a few hours down, I woke and am just waiting for them to be open and ready.  I'm not sure when they open, eight? nine?  I am sure of the latter, probably the former too.  But I just want to go once, so I'll head out around nine.

Nothing fancy.  A bulk box of facial tissues.  But, at the price, yeah.  Then I am stocked for, probably, a year or two.

After?  If I can get back to bed for a while, I will.  If not, I guess my day gets a harsh restart.  

Changing kefir resets, from three jars to two, a day.  Either that, or I will have to order more milk.  Just not willing to go with four gallons a week.  Yea, I burn through three gallons pretty easily.  For a while, initially, that was too much.  Then the kefir colonies strengthened.  Now I can get a reset every twelve to eighteen hours, with just a few tablespoons of the grains.  With three jars, I was having to stretch the milk, so ending up with more curds and whey, which I... don't prefer.  Ugh... getting these things to balance out, when everything runs on a bit of a curve, has been frustrating.  Still not sure I have it.  Working on it though.  Ugh!

How many days has it been dark, now, in a row?  A week?  Two?  It seems like a long time.  Oddly, it isn't throwing me too far off.  Sure, I am tired, and achy with not all that much work.  But, off meds, that's the way of things.  And, usually, much worse.  Perhaps the meds have helped the heart and else in a more permanent way?  Or, maybe, it just allowed Atlas time to shift the world on my shoulders, and get used to the grist mill of life.  And maybe knowing what is really wrong allowed me a... chance to alter my perspective?  I think it's a number of things.  Though, how long or short that will do is a whole other thing.

In a foreign country, such as Argentina or Cambodia, I could afford medical.  I just don't have what I would want, need, yet, to get there.  With the house having become unsellable at the price I would sell, I'm sort of stuck here.  Dreamed of selling up, for a premium, last night.  And moving out.  Just a dream.  A good one, as it turned out.  As mentioned, I can't afford an American wife.  And... I found one down there.  A few kids, too.  Those dreams seem so long.  Weird, when waking just a few hours after having gone to bed, to realize twenty years hasn't passed.  I'm not twenty or thirty years older.  I don't have a wife and kids.  Crazy how real that seems.

Well... going to research a few things on the new game.  Then get to the post and then back on to bed... I hope.  Goodnight, again.

Didn't get to a thing.

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Going to bed.  Oh, well, I did a package, and put the items away.  Well, save a few things to go upstairs when I go to sleep.  It still feels cool.  While reading 81 in the front room, 75 in the main, it is 97 outside.  So... yeah.  Still, strange that it feels cool?

I have been looking for more information on Argentina.  Well, and other places.

As to security?  Someone sent something, I think.  And, fine.  I'll show it.

This guy...

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I'm tellin' ya... dis guy.  Gettoutahere.

Now, understand.  I disagree with him.  But... not based in logic, science, or even nutrition.  If... as I general rule, those don't stand on their own two feet currently.

Meh.  However, there is this.  Agree?  Disagree?  It doesn't matter how I FEEL about it.  What matters is, does it work.  My bet is, for me, in my condition, I really do better on fewer carbs.  As a fact, I don't have an honest choice.  Blood sugar being a qualifier.  One I check.  A quantitative limitation due to overindulgences and general ill health, probably, in any case.

Then again, given how much exercise mitigates things?  I could see, should I figure out how to get up to, then being out on, the trail, and for extended periods, his charts might end up being better, even so.  Still, initially, I would have to be... cautious.  There is a limit.  And pushing that limit, high or low, is dangerous.  Still...

I think he has a solid argument.  Which is something I will keep in mind.  Though, regardless of those debatable notions, the information chart he offers is absolutely fantastic for hikers.  I don't care which side of things you, your body, or reality lands upon, regarding carbs, fats, and proteins.  This is an excellent data set.  I only hope it can be edited.  I'd love to add things to it, such as lower carb versions of tortillas... which I had sort of meant to explore, but then health and legs went down underneath me.  I... haven't... be able to get to that.  But... will.  Probably.

As to blood sugar?  The soup, with added fats, and two crackers, plus another fatted coffee, took my blood sugar up to... 86?  Ugh.  Wow.  That fats really do change how the carbs are processed.  Anyway, I'd best eat something.  I have mints, thought about those.  Don't want those.  But... what fats or proteins would bring blood sugar up?  I'm... going to do a little research on that.  S.o.b.!  If it isn't one thing, it is another.

Oh, the vid.  He has a series.  I plan on reviewing all of them.  Very... tight.  Trust?  I trust enough to debate, disagree, and check out.  That... my friends, is as good as it gets.  Remember what I have said about women?  Either she will do, or she won't.  I live in a simple world, pass... fail.  He passes, for now.  And, as a kicking off point.  Check.