Ah. So...

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I... have had this happen before.  Just, not quite like that.

I have been ignoring music, lately.  Then something popped.  If it wasn't what it seemed, and in an odd way.  Plus... a... sensation.  A knowing.  I... knew what it meant.  More, I... realized something from the past, only in a different way.  Odd how the world does such things.

It always takes me a bit to cool down.

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Another night of rounds.  It was tough.  Neither of us were exactly lively.  I burned myself out yesterday.  Even with the long sleep, it was difficult tonight.  He is just beginning to get ground down, by the heavy day work, and the additional night work.  To bed at 00:00~01:00, up at 06:30, working in ~90 for twelve hours, then driving around five hours at night?  Right.

His other job will begin tapering, in time.  He thought it might already have happened, but not so much.  Still, he holds his breath and... does his best.  Keeping him awake tonight was tricky.  Worse, I think he slept with his eyes open.  He thought they were closed, but they weren't.  It's what I look for.  I can't drive for him, so I just have to help keep him awake.

Me?  I'm just... a bit old, ill, out of shape, and weakening to the heat as summer continues.  I'll try, again, tomorrow, to get to work early.  If I can wake.  If not, then to get to work when I can, and just take the hit.  A few more logs to move, more twiggy branches, and a lot of smaller twigs to be loaded, as well, at some point, at least one unloading of the trailer into the greens collection.  Two if I could, though I don't think that is possible.

As well, in with the other work, I could pull the stacked wood, set up the cinder blocks, cut the medium limbs into lengths (setting aside those big enough to be split, then loading those into the wheelbarrow to me moved to the splitting station), and stack the ones small enough to be burned as is.

Oh, and I could put the hay stations on the rabbit cages.  Currently I simply have wood in there, they seem to chew well enough on.  I'd rather they get timothy hay, but... for now... this does and keeps their teeth growth in check.  Oh, and getting the last multi-cage installed would be good.

I would like to move one or both standing, open air, cages to a cooler spot, and move the finishing cage to a better spot.  Both for ease of access and to hopefully make them cooler for the critters.  I have cleared the wood, so that they can be moved.  Mostly.  But I can't move them myself.  They are far too heavy and bulky for one to even drag them.  Even a near giant one.  I have great strength, and more, just no stamina... or... currently, yet.  If I keep pounding my head into the wall, will that help?  I... it... hasn't yet.  But, maybe.  I've been doing it for thirty years.  Why would I stop now?

Dinner, but nothing else.

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Well, the cats have been fed too.  Pork chops, thick cut.  Had been in the freezer.  Thawed them on the quick, probably not the best for juiciness.  Still, it... was good enough.  Grilled, and with corn and peas.  I might have the last one and what is left of the veggies.  Still hungry, if also not?  Odd how that works.

An hour, or so, after supper, and blood sugar is 123 with an average of 133 for the last few days.  Using an old glucometer.  The last number doesn't show completely, so it's a bit of a guess.  Seems to just be the left hand vertical slashes which are missing, so it's not difficult to sort.  I had it replaced because I just wasn't sure and changing batteries didn't help.  But, I haven't picked my newly ordered test strips up from the post office yet.  I am sure they are in.  BP remains middling high, so tomorrow I will be calling the doctor and probably starting on another medicine.  HISS!  Ugh.

Something odd is happening.  A flash flush.  I just took blood sugar, so it isn't that.  A bit of a fever-like symptom with it?  Odd.  I will have that other chop and the veggies.  Just in case.  Something is very odd with this.  It's 50 outside, last I checked.  It is 70 indoors, with the furnace set at 66.  Very strange, must have been a rain from the south, a warmer weather front.

Good night.  Prayers for... quite a few of you, by name.  If I know your name, tonight will be one of those nights.  Or am familiar with you at all.  Plus the general friends, enemies, ill, powerless, powerful, rich, influential, stupid, silly, and especially the brilliant.  They are dangerous, if mostly only to themselves.  Check!

Good night.  And amen.

Not bad.

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Not bad at all.  I got out there and started on the cages.  I set up one of the empty ones close.  It had to have a feeder, waterer, and the vertical hay feeder set up.  Done?  Yes, and surprisingly quickly.  I learned how to use the rebar tie kit almost... intuitively.  Not that it is difficult, but some people... are... some people.  I... can't remember, always, if I am one of those some people.

I fixed all the rest of the hay feeders, with the latches a friend brought.  I set a few other things to rights, and then put one of the males into his own little cage.  I will probably be moving these guys out the outbuilding.  He is my tester.  I hope he does well, will tell the next few days.

Then I went out to the cages in the outbuilding.  Four were set up, if two may have been set wrongly... the feeder... too high.  It took a bit, using tin snips to cut through.  I would have fixed it then and there, but I started seeing stars.  Stars?  It isn't that hot.  Ah!  Diabetes?

I can't say it is too bad, yet.  But blood sugar is 90.  That is with 25 cc's of the slow acting last night, and 8 cc's twice, with two of my three meals.  Very light meals though.  I probably should put something else together to eat.  I am not up to a larger or cooked meal...  Oh, I have bratwursts left over, and eggs.  Oh, better, I think I have bacon!  I really do like bacon and eggs.  Even still.  Especially the gooder stuff, and cooked very well.  I... have improved, and it does improve taste, texture, and else.

Anyway.  So, yes.  After I sort out food, and if that allows me to feel better, then on to a shower and shave.  And, maybe, sorting out a cleaning solution.  Then, perhaps, some cleaning in the bathroom.  It won't be a lot.  But it is something.  It is... if nothing else... a start.  That is all I can every hope for, after stoppages and slow-downs.

I think things might pick up, or soon.  We did get the start of some weather.  Wind, and clouds.  Something is coming, or in a hurry to pass through.  Time will tell.  Medicine has all been taken, save nightly slow acting insulin.  No other insulin will be had.  Day medicine has been taken.  All good.  Later, or good night?

So late. And with or at?

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So dark.  Rather cold as well.  Snowing, again.  If it snows heavier, we could see a blizzard.  The wind is rattling the world.  I could not wake up!  Now I know why.  Thankfully I turned the heat on and up to 70 before bedtime... after being cool to cold all day yesterday.  Amazing weather for April.  March, sure.  But April?

After the alarms, at 07:00 and 09:00... which I was sure would wake me but failed, dreams.  One of them was of the devil, L... actually.  In the form she prefers, speaking to me in the form she would rather I be.  Tempting, too strongly to escape... this time.  I win sometimes.  She was laughing.

Laughing.  At me.  At God.  I was laughing too.  She, initially, thought I was laughing with her.  Then she picked up on something else.  She had to start wondering, with or at?  She asked.  Both, I said.  Though the 'with' part wasn't quite what it seemed.

A mystery?  Aye, to many.  If not THAT Mystery.  Sisters?  Cousins?  They do share traits.  They build, or really destroy, one upon the other.  Their ways.

A devil, they say?

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But not the devil they know?

Or...

A very strange accusation.

Worth a grin.  Oh, I think I know who.  You would never guess it.  Though, it might be more than one?

So strange.  Music at yt has been tied up, dried out, and dead for quite some time.  Recently, patterns galore.

Patterns to be sure.

Who... who is out there?

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I... have my suspicions.  Still... let it be.  If... left well alone.

I know a hiss when I hear it.

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I remember this one well.  A haiku song, the first time?  I'd have to look, not up to it.  I believe there was a difference of opinion as to what was truly signified.  A strong independent woman, or some such, on the other side.  A woman damned to solitude, deluded by her trust in her own beauty and favor by other women... or some  such.  I let it go, maybe even playing fool for her notions.  Don't have to grind the truth until they cry, not every time.

Not sure if this is a jab, as if her notions were correct, by her or another, just a recall, or algo's digging the dead.  Dunno.  If it was meant as a taunt, I do feel for you.  I even feel bad for having to believe, pronounce, the truth... that it stings.  Get myself often enough, if that helps.  Good night in any case.