Another day.

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Blood sugar is 136 fasting.  Not perfect, not improving quickly, better than 450, even 225.  I am experimenting with new foods... pepperoni and cheese chips.  Little piles of cheese, or pepperoni coins, baked in the oven for fifteen to twenty five minutes.  Tasty, if I don't think you would want to eat very much.  It vastly improves cheap pepperonis.  Oh, and putting them together, like a mini pizza, is fantastic.  Hmm, I'm thinking mushroom topping too!

Medicine is down.  Going on six days without a miss.  I need to call the V.A. for more of everything.  And to check on their filing with social security.  Insulin is working better, as a regular dose medicine, regardless if I eat or not.  Otherwise I don't eat and blood sugar still goes up.  I must assume there is a lot of sugar simply stored in both protein... muscles... and fat.  Or it is stored in some of it.  As a squirrel seeks nuts, the brain of my metabolism seeks the sweets stored.  Which is why, after years of keto, I am still insulin resistant?  It is my suspicion.

Ducks are out, their pool is filling.  It is already... 86°.  Oh, noon?  I had thought it was ten, still.  Time sure flies sometimes.  A shower shortly.  Laundry... I didn't start it, but everything is back and ready to wash.  Dishes can be started after that.  Not all that many dishes, but a lot of jars.  I purchased stuff made specifically for jars.  Hard to get fat out... from high fat cream and milk.  Work, I need to get going.  The thing is, if I heat up it will be very difficult to cool off.  So working at a slower pace is wise.

Oh, the chicken was very good.  At only six months, that was expected.  I have older pork and much older beef thawed.  I will grill more later.  I actually prefer to grill meat to be reheated.  It works much better.  And with more to cook, it works out.  Having small portions of several meats is also better than having a single larger meat main dish.  Later.

A few projects.

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Grass is getting watered.  No need to mow.  The ducks have put up.  I finally got into the drop-in freezer, the big one.  The little one isn't in use currently.  Ice chipping, inventory taking, and pulling some meat to thaw.  So hungry, I just couldn't get to it.  Some of it is really old, some of it is fresh.  Fresher.  I'll know how bad or good it is shortly.  Some of what is thawing is the oldest stuff.

I had chicken thighs from mid-winter, February if I had to bet.  It is on a fast thaw.  I am so terribly hungry.  Chia and fatted drinks, even eggs, are only edible without meat tossed in for just so long.  I couldn't eat more.  I am hoping most or all of the meat is... at least good enough.  If not, a couple slabs of chuck roast soon.

I will attempt a few more things, then to get to bed earlier.  More work tomorrow, and business.  Blood sugar is okay.  It was 135 fasting, 106 a bit ago.  No food yet, but a dose.  Three a day, 10 cc's normal, 15 cc's or more with meals, depending on the meal... but trying to keep it at 15 cc's max.  Watching what I eat.  Later.

Thoughts of echoes.

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As to the request?  Fine!  Save one more sentence.

Able to track.

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For the first time in a week give or take I was able to remember bedtime and check and keep the time I woke in my mind, roughly, within an half hour for bedtime, truer on waking.  I have been curious about sleep and wakefulness patterns.  Going by yesterday and last night, Sleep seems regular.  I believe sleep has been similar mostly lately, so between seven and nine hours.  It is my awake time that has been stretching.

Knowing is a start to fixing.  It is a medicine thing too though, so there isn't a lot I can do, save be patient.  But becoming able to track is a good start, even if it can't be used.  Awareness is always the beginning.  I have gone through years without awareness.  Sleeping for weeks, months.  It is good to begin knowing.

I'll get the trash barrel in when the ducks go away.  A shower and shave first.  Set up dishes. A small batch, and start laundry.  Actually, I will start laundry right after this.  I wash all save whites on cool or cold, so it shouldn't interfere with a shower should I go faster than anticipated.  Yes, a start.  I am almost sure.  Oh, best feed the cats.  Getting growly.

I might be able to hit it this week.  Later.

Trash is out.

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Recycling too.  Only one small bag of that, so it didn't go to the curb with the trash, which was stuffed.  It's 7:00, and I am just getting to bed.  So tired.  Took forever, and had to push through.  So tired the whole time.  Currently I am always exhausted, if I can't always sleep.

Good morning and night.

Everything is a bit off.

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Starting medicine has side effects.  Doing it in high summer doubles the effects.  Going with a lower dose helps.  That it is cool helps.  Somehow I completely lost track of days and nights.  I am not sure if I have slept too much or too little, stayed awake too long or short, and or any combinations of those.

On the good side, if by pushing things once, I have kept up on medicine, of both sorts.  Blood sugar is 130 average for the week, with 130s to 150s being common fasting reads.  I have made a change.  Since consumption is down, I am adding 10 cc doses in there.  I am trying to dose three times a day, taking reads several hours after each dose, skipping if it is too low.

I wanted to get to bed hours ago.  The thing is I want to get trash and recycling out.  The problem with that is my butt seems glued to my seat!  I think it will get done, in a bit.  Aspirin might help.  Headaches go with starting medicine.  As does insomnia, extra dysfunction, and foggy thinking.  I'll... see about it.

It was 64°, I think, last I checked.  I forgot to open up, so it is still 73°  in the main, 75°up front.  I am in such a pickle I wouldn't know if I was on fire.  I just opened it all up, it should cool swiftly.  A shower too, tonight.  I really enjoy those.  I... a bit of music to get going.  Later.

Somebody knew where to look.

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It almost startles me.  Sometimes it takes a day or three, or not.

After clarifying, back to the regularly scheduled programming.  The video feed was shut off, again, for a while.  Then it went live again.  I could see her outline.

Well?

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I think I found the overheating problem, at the least a solution.  Tea and water, about a gallon.  I wasn't cooling, even as the temperature dropped to 68°.  I started drinking, then started cooling.  I have been drinking less in the last few days.  It caught up with me.  I would guess an half gallon a day for the last five to ten days.  Eating less as well.  I just can't eat or drink.

Crazy, but I lose no weight, nor gain as I increase consumption.  Anyway...

I ended up being so cold I zoned.  Finally remembered to go on to bed around three.  It was about 62° outside, 68° indoors, except upstairs where it was 66°.  When I went down, I turned off the better ac.  It was 70° this morning up there... the top range, but within, for a perfect sleep.  As long as my internal thermostat doesn't set to fry.

Downstairs was 68°/64° main/front, 68° outdoors, at a bit after ten.  I just shut the front door, it is 71° but still chill in the main, 68° up front.  I have learned to rig the cave for cool, if it has also been a cool summer.  We have been verging on fall weather.  Apparently Iowa is similar, while Texas is roasting to the point electricity is becoming exorbitant.  Still, keeping it at 73° on a 90° plus day takes... some knowledge and effort. If drinking enough fluid has to be remembered.  Dry and hot.

I am hoping to shower, shave, mow, shower again, then set up dishes and laundry.  No dishes, other than a soak, today.  Maybe laundry.  I will go through shirts.  I ordered, a few months ago, enough shirts to replace the old and worn, plus have replacements in stock.  I don't mind old t-shirts, but other old shirts I don't want around.  Some make great rags, some just are good for nothing.  The final group finally arrived.  Odd.

Well, that is the hope.  Today is the fourth day back on pill medicine.  Slight headaches in the days before and after restarting are diminishing.  Usually gone by now, as I wake, if milder today.  Aspirin, I do believe.  I weary of pain, an occasional break is good if possible.  Still, life might be heading back to a better trim.  Have a great morning, day.

Oh, right.  Can't do this currently, it is on my mind.  I have a spare drop in freezer that would work.  The thermostatic controllers are only about ~$35.  It's the meats and processing area cleanliness which would be a trick.  And, with the cheese, it is a lot of work and exactitude.  I'm not sure how forgiving it is.  Still...

A nap.

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Crashed at about 18:30.  No real choice.  Had hoped to sleep until morning.  Nothing was on, it was 73°... too warm... so one ac and the fan were turned on.  Sometimes 73° is fine, not today.  I woke right at 21:30.  Hot!  The temperature read 72°, which is often fine.  Not tonight.  I turned on the other ac, it just wasn't cutting it.

Up.  Out.  Simply could not handle the heat.  It was too early, when I  went to bed, to open the downstairs up.  It was 73° in the main, 77° in the front room, but with fans going, it was less... stifling.  Well, and I wasn't laying down.  Why did 72° feel so warm?  Blood sugar!?!  Nope, 106 fasting since 13:00.  Starting the other meds?

Whatever the case may be, I will chill a bit, then try to get more sleep, and soon.  I'd like to keep days, that has been slipping.  I saw the opportunity to sleep early and grabbed it.  I have some hope to chill everywhere enough to get back to bed at a reasonable time.  But I am absolutely burning up!  We'll see.  Later.

Clarifications.

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Such bitter hits.  Oh, I know shes can and will leave... a bad taste... from time to time.  But this was different.  And... it wasn't coming from my target.  At least one who was a muse, though likely two, who believed they are still on my list.  They simply don't understand, when I cut you loose, that is that.  No interest?  Kewl.

She listens...

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Does she hear?  As well as she can, will, dares.  Probably.

Do you remember?

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It was written, when foxes visit...  It is time.  The temple is to be rebuilt.

J'accuse!

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Someone.  I suspect whom.

Rather shot.

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It was 68° outside, 68° and 65° main and front, 66° upstairs, when I woke.  Only had one ac running, the good one.  It must have really cooled through the night, in the early morning, because it was only down to 68°last I checked within an half hour either side of ten.  All good.  But the cool keeps surprising me.

Even with the cool, it is still high summer.  Too much sun.  I could only imagine equatorial living.  That and polar living provide the bookends of extremes.  I vastly prefer the middle.  At least spring and fall offer some time to function.  For me, the other seasons are merely survival.  Even as pleasant as it has been.  All that sun...

Hopefully being back on meds will help. One day, half the usual dose, no troubles yet.  I had thought to go up to five water pills, flurosimide at 40 mg per.  Decided to try just three, for a few days.  Surprised again.  It looks like three was quite enough.  I am already nearly back to trim, contemplating cutting back to two.  Can't seem to cut it altogether, or even to one.  So, I actually doubt the fraction ejection number.  My heart is still back dumping blood into my lungs.  I am down to a gallon a day, as diabetes is mostly controlled.

Blood sugar is 152 fasting.  I just can't seem to eat enough to dose enough to get lower fasting numbers.  And, from experience, that is what it takes.  As well, hitting the right amount of insulin.  Too much won't lower, might raise, the reading.  Too little won't change it enough.  I really need to eat and dose two to three times a day, within six to ten hours.  Intermittent helps sometimes, not others.  It does help to track eating, so grazing all day is less likely.  I just can't eat right in high summer.

Best let the ducks out.  No watering of anything for several days.  I can go look over the lawn, just to get bits of sun and check the grass out.  If I am going to bother growing it, I ought to go out and enjoy it.  Crazy, but it feels like fall is happening.  The leaves aren't changing, at least there is that.  Later.
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Looking over what shows as having been read, someone hit on a music video which fits the mood or sensation of what I described as surviving high summer.  Even pain is muted.  As mentioned, if you have seen the other side, even if you don't know fully, you do know.  Faith is for the blind, the hopefully, and too often for the damned.  Whoever does that, does it far too often to be coincidence, whether intended or not.  ...  I think they have the bug.

Almost certain.

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Actually, watering took longer than anticipated.  It just did, for good and wrong reasons.  The ducks enjoyed the heck out of it.  Next month I am hoping to purchase more of the sprinkler that works so well.  One just as a backup, can only really use two on full blast.  Then again, often the areas being watered don't need, actually prohibit, full water pressure.  It would sure help get everything watered quickly, if I remember to set the timer.  Bleh.

One product obtained this month was a very good, keto friendly, sardine in marinara.  I don't, generally, prefer that.  If most is little more than overcooked fish mush in catchup.  I enjoyed this brand in evo oil, a great deal.  And variety helps me eat.  It is excellent.  Next month, or the month after, lemon.  Oh, and while Sam and Sassy refuse the regular sardines, Sam cleaned the container with the marinara absolutely spotless.  Very strange, but so be it.  I will be sure to leave her a bit.

Which reminds me...  A dream, the other day, of every time a woman kin, lover, or even friend as such a notion goes, wanted a bite of something I was eating.  Often I refused to the point of bitterness.  Something about girl cooties?  I shared with (some, certain) pals.  If that was clearly quid pro quo, unless they were running on empty.  And I trusted them to be clean, not queer, and stuff.

Every event?  A lot of them.  Oh, I know.  A woman begging food is, for them, a solid.  It means they think of you as I thought of my chums.  I... regret my reactions.  I would share, if on a quid pro quo basis as well.  Only I would choose when to beg.  Chocolate!  I don't know why I dreamed that, I just know I want that to be different now.

Oh, and old music surfaced.  I am almost certain why.  As with the want to share where I didn't before, I will share these.

Deep fried eggs?

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Yes indeed.  It will take a bit of practice.  As is the yolks were more done than I prefer, but not truly overdone.  One of the eggs was a darker brown, the rest were lighter, all were still tasty.  I prefer the lighter colored ones.  Practice is needed.  Learning the right oil temp, knowing how many eggs to fix at a time... two in my skillet, at first, perhaps another after those are going and cleanly separated, learning how best to flip, it the nest egg dipper seems to have been a great initial choice, then learning when to flip... based on coloration.

It really was very good.  I didn't add salsa.  I will leave the lard in, just reuse until it smells funny.  My cleaning and seasoning of the cast worked very well, by the way.  It has sat, neglected and alone, since, but was happy to be put back on the line.  And will enjoy the tallow soak.  I may keep working with this and the frittatas until a mortal form of perfection is achieved.  Then, perhaps, back to souffles and maybe deviled eggs, plus the various pickling recipes.

If God sees one to abundance, it is wise to use that bounty.  God covers this so well and often, from the gift of talents... adding to those who produce while stripping the little given to the one who hid what had been offered, to one of the first commands of going forth, multiplying, and prospering, to... everywhere you read, God tells us to make hay while the making is good...  or even bad.  So, I'm making with what I have, as able.

It is up to 86° outside, 73° in the main and front rooms... with a fan in the back and front rooms going, and 70° upstairs... with nothing going.  Humidity is 34% upstairs, 43% downstairs.  The side yard is being lightly watered.  After this last strip, a small patch using a circular setting will be done.  I'm working on it, getting there too.

Later.

Pushing it lately.

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Sure, I ended, technically, with nine hours of sleep.  But it was still a bit warm when I went in, at least my body fussed.  And there were the speedbumps from the alarm cock and snoozes.  I had some hope to wake to them.  That parachute was full of holes.  The heat through the day, while not severe, was enough to take me down a few notches.  And several days recently sleep was restricted.  It all just became bundled and attacked.  With meds being restarted today, there is more fear of even worse.

It was down to 66° upstairs, and in my main and front room.  Outside, as I let the ducks out, it read 62° outside.  All those at about 8:30.  I turned one ac off.  I think, for now, I'll keep one ac running up there, so as to nap around noon.  One will keep it at 66° to 69°, the other will, at best, keep it 70°.  I will never buy a "smart" device again.  Idiot engineering doesn't help when it becomes a manacle.

There is some hope for work and grooming today.  Same plans as before.  I will boil and peel a gob of eggs, pickling a dozen.  Those won't be ready for a couple of weeks.  I don't have enough apple cider vinegar for a batch, though perhaps half that, half white?  It may be too potent on it's own anyway.  I will eventually try various recipes using everything from all of each to a quarter of each vinegar.  It won't be science but, the subjective, mutable, can't be science (another wall against science uber alles), and tastes don't need science.  I may end up, having various tastes for various particular hungers, through the trials.  Strange how tastes change with time.

At 162 blood sugar is up.  I haven't figured how to beat it.  Regularity of consumption and dosing is best.  But I have almost zero capacity for that.  It isn't just eating regularly, but sleeping regularly.  I get a regular schedule a few weeks, maybe months, at a time.  Then it all begins to tumble.  It's even more difficult to try to eat regularly.  Sometimes I have no hunger, sometimes no dishes pots or pans, sometimes my body won't digest the food.  Those on top of the rolling schedule make regulaity impossible.  I've been trying for the last year.

Oh well.  I am alive.  They say I am improving.  I think, finally, for my part, I know better.  The meds might be making it all look good, like enough grease in worn and broken cogs might allow the perception that it works and well.  Truth is, there is almost no there, there.  I'll keep at it anyway.

I looked around the lawn today.  It is looking quite good.  Grass is really shaping up, spreading out, filling in.  This is definitely the best year for the lawn.  More seeding this fall, in the sparser areas.  A lawn becomes an addiction.  Especially if getting out into the out of doors isn't happening as wished.  It's my own little patch of green.  Free of orcs and other dangers, just requiring a bit of care.  Later.

Definitely closing in on bedtime.

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Watering started at 19:30, or so.  I could have started earlier, I just wouldn't have thought so.  The front lawn is getting another drink, after the cut it looked to be in need... even on the highest setting.  Part of the strip out back is getting it too.  Another hour and I will go on to bed.  Tomorrow I might hit the area that is being shortshifted tonight, and the dry side area again.  Then two or three days off.

I did try the frittata.  Having baked bacon I used the fat from that, some of it.  As well, I cut several pieces of bacon into strips across the width and tossed that in.  I whipped a lot of air in, so it was much thicker and fluffier.  With salsa and milk, it was quite good.  Boiled eggs tomorrow, a dozen to be pickled.

Meds were set up, finally.  My doc sent the wrong scripts, but I can make do.  I just need to call the V.A. tomorrow, first thing.  Well, and I will start on a lower dose.  Not a bad thing, my body has become cranky.  Flooding it with meds would hurt.  Too late to take meds, but I took a few furosimide, the water pill.  My feet are sore, swollen.

Blood sugars have improved, staying around 120 to 125 mostly.  A few dips up and down, either way, but averaging each other out and with no more than a fifteen point slide.  It isn't really treatable when it remains so low and stable.  If I could get fasting blood sugar to 100 I would feet a lot better.

It is 62° outside, was at 21:30.  Upstairs was 75° just now, forty five minutes later.  The main got to 74°, the front to 76°, but in that forty five minutes, after opening up, each has dropped a degree.  Oh, I turned on both ac's upstairs.  If it is less than 73° when I go up to bed, I will turn them both off as they were.  A very strange year, but a good one.

Oh, right.

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Rich in eggs and dairy, poor in cash, only a few things to do.

Very little sleep.

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It was about 4:00 when I had finished watering and could settle in for the night.  Perhaps as much as an half hour later?  Outside temperature had dropped to 47°  by then, almost... no, it was a... shock to my mind.  The previous and continuous 55° lows were already... surprising.  But this?

It just took longer than anticipated.  Some areas couldn't be watered without doing it in strips.  Everything planned was watered, but I found an area which will need two strips watered tonight, unless, maybe, a half circle or square will work.  Still, pleased with the work.  And got a shower in.

Today?  A shave would be good.  Perhaps work in the bathroom, cleaning, trash out, another shower and shave, meds set up, then dishes and laundry started?  We will see.  Blood sugar was weird.  Two hours after my last meal, it was 120.  Two to three later it was 89 then similar after that it was 102 both latter also fasting.  This morning it is 133 fasting.  I don't get it.  It is about as low as fasting blood sugar has gotten, so I will take it.

I woke because it started to seem hot.  I had neither ac on, just a fan, and the sun had been up two hours or more by a quarter to nine.  I grabbed a few things and headed down, but remembered to check the temperature if I had to backtrack a few paces.  Imagine my surprise to see it was still only 72° up there!  I buttoned up the cave, fearing I wouldn't be up in time to close things this morning.  It was 71° main, 68° front, even so.  Not bad.  At 9:30 it is 65° outside, but that sun feels warmer than it has.

Now to wake.  Have a bite.  Then see what can be done.  I am definitely going to start watering earlier tonight.  Ugh, I have hangover symptoms just from stretching waking time like that.  Good morning and day.

Late.

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Watering the lawn.  Just a few patches, but to water well takes time.  After this spot, I can water the last two spots at once.  Another hour.  Started late.  Lost track.  Drifting in my mind.  I can't even enjoy shows (I like) or games when I am like this.  I just drift between... here and there.

It isn't the heat.  It only got to 73° in here, perhaps 84° to 86° Outside.  If anything I might have been too cold.  Crazy.  Blood sugar has been higher.  I am doing my best, it just isn't cooperating.  Not even in the 180's, but 130's to 150's persistently, consistently.  Correct eating, limited consumption, and reasonable dosing isn't changing the numbers.  Not horrible, it just should be lower.

Other than the ducks and girls, and watering, nothing else.  Frustrating.  I remember dying.  In ways it was like that.  Instead of life slipping my powerful but become impotent grasp, will, it is time.  Oh, make that two more areas to finish watering, an area was overlooked.  All good, it needed it, and it is only every few days.

Perhaps that shower, and setting up medicine?  Ugh.  Focus.  Lacking.  Best turn on ac. I hope it isn't too hot up there.  -  Wow.  It is only 73° up there.  I decided not to turn either ac on.  I may open a few windows, and keep the fan going.  It really is cooling here.  Oh, it is already down to 55° outside.  Then, it is nearly midnight.

Later, or more probably good night.

For your viewing pleasure.  If... I told you so.

So much for mowing.

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Not a complaint.  The neighbor's son took care of it.  I tried to talk him out of it.  Failing that, I ensured the deck was up.  And, looking over the seeded areas, honestly they didn't need avoided.  Fantastic.  I am hoping to weed whip instead.  If I can get to it.  I should also set up for watering tonight as well.  The back and side yard are being watered along with the hay grass.  Just the front and a few small areas in the back and side yard.

At noonthirty it is only 75° out there, 71° In the main, 68° up front.  Two fans are going is all.  Three, if the upstairs fan is included.  Both air conditioners are off though, for the first time since installing them, neither is running.  It will get warm up there, but with both running an hour before bedtime it will be 66° when I go to bed.

Oh, right, a shower first, and shave.  And something to eat before that... a tuna melt?  Later.

Oh, electronic fantasies.  Every man, real men, like to dig in, get dirty, play hard, and make things work.  Some don't for fear.  I am not for costs.  I can dream.



Oh, why solar?  For a travel rig, so as to go somewhere, anywhere, when it is too hot or cold.  Better to be out doing something than stuck in a near coma.  Plus, having a home to return to, and live normally most of the time.  Thing is, the solar would go, or stay, with me.  I would have a place on the house and conversion to set it up.  Never wasted.

A new week.

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I forgot to get trash out.  I'll get that out later.  Not much to it, haven't been cooking or much else.  A single bigger bag, maybe a smaller secondary bag.  I saw the truck drive by as the ducks were let out.  Rather earlier than usual, but it cycles that way.  Mowing today as well.  A visitor stopped by for a bit, then intent was lost, yesterday.

Sleep was good.  The weaker ac will only keep it to 70°, no matter what settings are programmed in.  People wonder why "green" anything isn't trusted.  While 70° is fine, or was, there are times when I prefer it cooler.  Why put settings on it if they don't work.  The other ac, 1k btu rating weaker, would have had it 66° up there.

It was 55° outside this morning, 68° main and 64° In front.  I am getting used to the cooler weather.  I acclimate down much easier than acclimating up.  Down is only a bother if it falls between longer hot spells or comes with cloudy days.  The dark will crash my systems the hardest.

All out of boiled eggs.  Those make for excellent summer food.  Cool, fast, simple, with just a bit of front work.  I'll get another batch through today.  I ought to do sprouts as well.  Good cheap greens with solid real vitamin C, goes well with boiled eggs, and takes very little effort.  I am still limping by financially.  Another hard hit next month and all should be well.

A shower and shave shortly.  Then to mowing.  Perhaps resetting and ordering meds between those.  Closer.  Hmm, won't be starting full dose... A little more than half, for the first week.  Ugh, it's been a while.  Good morning and day.  Now get to it, burning daylight like we have it.

I... think so...

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Waking dreams, memories, visions?

Mine, those of others'?  Her's?

Breaking the grip of summer?

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Lots of sleep, and rest, the last few days.  Could not get to much, but have been able to eat a bit better.  The temps in the cave are staying very good.  I see 74° as the high, but only for the last hour before opening up for the night, as outside temps are lower or very close to that.  Upstairs has been 66° or 70°, depending on which ac is used, only one is needed at a time.  I may try putting them on fan mode tonight, opening windows as well.  It's a bit of a chore and pain, but might prove cheap enough for the bother.  It was 55°ish the last three nights.

It was a wonderful 66° downstairs, first thing.  In shorts and a t, it was fantastic.  Yesterday I went down at 19:19, couldn't stir until 4:30 or so.  Somehow I was up until 23:00 or 0:00?  I set the alarms at 6:00 and 7:30, ending waking at 7:27...  I love beating the alarm.  One out of two is better than zero for two.

Breakfast is soaking and brewing.  I finally bought the gooder chia.  That makes a vastly better porridge.  It soaks up a full cup of hot tea, and still needs cream cut with milk to be edible.  The other couldn't fully use a half cup and was watery even then.  Yeah, it costs more, but it lasts two to three months, every other to third day, for $10.  Cheaper in all ways isn't worth the hassle.  That and a fatted coffee and a minor insulin hit, at 155 blood sugar, 10 cc's.

I didn't mow yesterday.  Lost track.  I know it is Sunday, but the grass needs watered.  Mowing, perhaps weed whipping.  Got to do it.  As mentioned, it will be on the highest deck setting, and not over the recovering areas.  It really shouldn't take too long.  I am waiting for early afternoon, so as to reduce any potential offense it might offer.  I may fail, but I put some effort into attempting civility.

Later.

Not much.

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The one that worried me the most was handled.  The bill.  I didn't have to speak to anyone.  I... paid what I could.  A massive load off my mind.  Then I used some of the burger to make patties, which grilled well, if slightly overdone.  A bit of mayo and mustard, keto pitas for two, and it was good.

It is only 82°, that seems to be the high.  A bit too warm for play or work.  Mowing would be fine, if I could.  Never did nap.  Part of the problem.  I just, sort of, got stuck.  It remains only 73° in the main, but is to 75° up front.  Truly interesting.  It isn't to hot, in here, so what is the problem?

It isn't blood sugar.  It was 170 fasting.  The curr!  After a fatted tea, boiled eggs, and a dose, it dropped to 129.  I decided to leave it, but have more to eat, a fatted coffee and... something.  It dropped more, to 95.  Very strange.  Average is 132 for the week.  I don't think I have normal diabetes.  But I seem to have gained some notion of how to treat it, when to do so... when to leave it alone.  So it wasn't diabetes.  But I am not back on the other meds yet.

I don't think it is any of that.  My body knows how to survive.  If it has problems... probably heat and excess light, it shuts down, move slow, conserves.  I don't have much control.  After my will betrayed my body right to, into actually, death, it has taken majority and can overrule my will.  Does.  That, I think, is the case.  Can't see it directly, as a black hole, but learn to read events via other methods.

I will put the ducks up and crash.  I would like to stay up to open the cave.  Can't.  Perhaps I will wake later, just enough to do that later.  Doubtful.  Though I should be awake early.  Good afternoon and night.

A bit.

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Raking is finished.  It was more work than I remembered.  With the grass longer, getting the rake through with the twigs was a trick, requiring a bit of effort and thought.  Thankfully it was a smaller area.  Relocating the pile of twigs from raking the front yard went with it.

Hoses were also set aside, so mowing will be a straight shot.  The hope is to mow yet today so as to be able to water tonight.  I won't water until after mowing.  I will be mowing only on the highest setting, and only in some areas.  Anywhere seeded, but still sparse, will be allowed another three days to week, maybe more.

I checked the temp outside, 80° at 13:00, as I started this post.  It is 73° main, 71° front... a very unusual set of readings.  Full sun today, so...  The front area should be higher, by three to ten degrees.  I'll take it, gladly.  It just doesn't make sense.  I am curious about upstairs.  Only one ac is running.  I'll know shortly, nap time.

I will set alarms.  I really want to be up to mow and water.  I will make a few calls first, medicine and a bill.  Those will ease my mind.  I don't want to deal with the bill, but no choice.  I am almost through the worst parts of my stresses.  Those calls will free me up.  The cooler days are helping as well.  Almost finished.  Oh, now to put things on automatic pay.  Ugh.

Good afternoon and day.

Who doesn't want delicate troubles?

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Some pops that helped order a few thoughts concerning... them.

Almost ready?

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For what?  Almost ready to be almost ready to go and do.  With everything closed, the main has creeped up to 71°, front still 67°.  With the sun up, at 8:00, it was still 58° out there.  The ducks are out, getting their pool filled, enjoying the relative cool.  I would guess the heat is there true bane.  They didn't mind winter at all.

Part of my difficulties of late is money troubles.  I am working on things.  The trouble is figuring how to decide who doesn't get paid when there simply isn't enough.  Pride takes a ding.  I... have figured it out.  One more call, the only bill that won't be cleared this month.  Ugh.  But... that means all other bills will be covered, and that this bill will be paid in full, definitely, next month.  Stressful.

I need to set up medicine.  Then do more work.  Though a nap may be required first, before I get too tired, so sleep too long.  I would like to rake first, so I can mow later.  Just the larger side yard really needs it, raking that is.  It is cool enough to rake.  Mowing isn't a hot job, even if it happens to be hot outside, up to a point.  Riding lawnmowers ftw.

A very good night.

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I have fallen behind on many things.  Medicine, bills, work...  Yesterday I caught a few things up and put things in motion to get meds going.  Soon more.  Another trip to town.  Visiting several places.  I had thought to eat out.  It would cost $10 to $15, so I decided to have a real treat.

I went to the store to see about ribeye, in that price range.  Done.  Far better, and better for me.  That, a month of replacement for the 2015 meds I had been taking, and a bill paid.  Closer to getting some of the monkeys off my back.  So many, huge, menacing, disturbing my tranquility.  I just want to be left to enjoy my painful life in peace!  Soon.

I was amazed to sleep until 4:00.  I think I went to bed at 20:00?  As well, with one ac, it was 64° upstairs!  Part of why sleep was so sweet?  I didn't turn the other ac on, took a risk.  It was, surprisingly still 64° this morning.  It was 68° outside every time I checked yesterday.  The highest it got was 73° in the main part of the house, if only for an hour.  The front part, usually hotter during the day, only getting to 71°.  Oh, the front part is down to 66° this morning, the main is 68°.  I checked outside, this morning, it's about 55°.  Strange, all of it.

Have you ever seen things with your eyes that your mind can't piece together?  A magic trick, or see-through path over a void, or other thing that doesn't seem to jibe with your personal understandings?  These temps, and cool weather, are causing a stir.  Intellectually I am fully aware.  But the animal in me... isn't as quickly able to sort the realities.  The body animal is a superstitious creature which deals poorly with change... and, yet, oddly, craves it.

Later.

Waking blind.

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Looking at my watch, I was pleased.  It looked like I slept in until 4:00, after going to bed around 22:00!  After yesterday, it was a... better sleep.  When I got downstairs... The real clocks read 2:30.  Hmm?  Must have, between being sleepy and using my micro-light to read my watch, misread.

Woke absolutely freezing.  Blankets were on.  I checked the thermometers.  Two read 68°, one read 69°.  Downstairs it is 70° main 68° front.  Hmm...  I had to check outside.  If it is exceptionally cool out there, that can creep in, fill the blank spots, making the thermometers' readings more full.  Nope.  At 55°, while moderately cool that isn't cool enough to cast a chill on the cave.

Hmm.  Blood sugar?  Nope.  While high for fasting, it isn't high for me.  It was 130 at bedtime, it is 140 now, so it rose as I slept.  Neither, though, is that low.  If it had been in the 80's or lower I might have thought some correlation.  No good reason, I guess.  I have fresh tea brewing.  I am never just cold.  Very unnatural.

If you can't know the cause of tribulations, but have the solution?  Venture forth with a glad heart.

A shower, shave, and more, in a bit.  Among other things, mowing today.  On the highest deck setting.  Oh, and raking?  At least raking.  Then?  Other stuff it is hoped.   :P  I should figure some things out today.  Yea.  Things to do.  The world is changing, but my duties in it, to it, must be completed.

Good morning and day.

Cloudy.

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At 9:00, it is just to 62°.  I don't know how much cooler it was last night or this morning.  I woke at 2:30, just... I am not functioning well.  Yesterday was quite hot, it was up to 81° inside, in the main part of my home, yesterday.  Though, as with today, the temp isn't purely a sun thing.  Sometimes clouds, air movement or lack of it, pressure, and other things are involved.  Definitely today, I should think.

Sleep was good.  Very short, but good.  I had the alarm set for an eight and nine and an half hour sleep, but woke solidly after four and a half hours.  I simply could not sleep more.  I actually woke an hour before, but was able to return to sleep.  It wasn't too warm, at 68°.  I don't know why.

The ducks were loosed.  No food overnight, so they were as happy to go as children at recess.  Quacking, chortling, flapping wings, pitter-pattering on their way.  Not humanized, but no need.  I can enjoy them from afar.  They seem happy enough, and that is good enough.

Today?  I don't know.  A massive headache is just a stretch too far away.  Perhaps it will happen no matter.  I have dug back in around my sitting area.  I suggested I was looking for something.  While I did quit when I found the items, I went about the effort in such a way as to be finished with the general spot clearing by the time I found it.  That I do such things very well suggests to me that my hind mind knows vastly more than it lets on.  I am as a child to it's whims, and the thing that lives in that veil prefers that I... endeavor.  Eyes and smile in otherwise dark, as the Cheshire Cat.  * blink blink*

So messed up.

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I made it out yesterday.  A doctor appointment.  Then on to the DMV to start getting the driver license renewal started.  They are saying I have the wrong address, but I corrected that with them immediately after receiving it.  They wouldn't redo the license, put tape on the back, which is gone, with the corrected address.  But it isn't in their system.  As well, shoes returned... ordered 14's, got 11's.

I had hoped to do more, but the heat got to me.  Still, a reasonable start.  I was awake until... I have no clue.  Wait!  When I went down for the nap, I went down for the night.  I did wake to put the ducks away, but couldn't remain awake.  I woke at around 2:30.  Hmm, I don't think I let the ducks out.  After this.

It was down to 54° at 7:30 this morning.  That is wonderful for an August morning.  It's a bit crazy this year, but I'll take it.  I was so tired I only opened a portion of my windows.  I had slim hope as to cooling, but it worked extremely well.  It is less effort, I'll keep doing it this way.  It is only 88° F (31.1 C) out, so far today.  Not cold but definitely not brutal.  I suspect it will get to 92-96ish, or could.

If there is any human weather issues, it wasn't Western production.  It happened when they moved it all to unregulated third-world nations.  If that more alters rather than warms or cools.  Look at the satellite images of China's pollution streams, and understand that will affect everything happening pretty much everywhere.  The cooling is from solar minimum and a few other things.  Natural.  Distribution of what heat is received is defined by pollution trails and natural affairs.  I don't think the fires in the northern hemisphere are natural, follow the pollution.  But it adds to the pollution, compounding it's effects.  Anyway...

I had hoped to do a few things today, but it isn't possible.  Tomorrow.  Later.

Up, early.

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To bed around 22:00, up at 4:30.  Sleep was short, yesterday was long.  Not too, too much.  Sleep was delicious.  A rather good day and night.

It was 60° when I went to bed, and woke.  Outside.  I opened up as I went to bed.  It only got to 73° in the main house.  Upstairs was running a bit hot, if I think that was me.  Sometimes I still warm my environment, like a stove.  It should have been two degrees cooler, at least.

I wondered if diabetes was up, but at 136 fasting, with a 126, 140, and 128 average for the week, biweek, and month, respectively, not so much.  That bump to 140?  That was eating a full McDonald's meal.  No fries or bun anymore.  I wasn't thinking when I ordered, just rolled with the results.  So, yeah.  I sometimes have been able to do that from time to time.  No more.  I guess I was just hot.

A bite to eat, boiled eggs, four.  I keep overdoing them!  I keep cutting the time.  It doesn't matter.  The first recent batch I brought to a boil.  I gave them eleven minutes, lid on, heat off, after they hit the boil.  They seemed only a bit overdone.  Two dozen, but in a very big, 24 quart kettle, filled to just above the eggs.  This time, similar fill, but three dozen.  They came to a boil, the heat was again turned off, but this time the lid was removed and they were only given eight minutes.  In both cases, the eggs were drained of hot water then immediately set under running cold water for about three minutes.  Oddly, these last eggs were more overdone than the first!  Bleh.  Science, as I have said, isn't science.  It is engineering, which is trial and error, every... damned... time.  And, yes, cooking is science.  Actually most "scientific" discovery is accidental or incidental... doubling down on the engineering trope.

Well, time to brush, shower, and shave.  Two showers in a row?  Oh yea.  Quite nice.

Did I over or under sleep?

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I can't tell.  Especially when awake time variability is added in.  I just don't know.  I do know my day and night flipped in just a few days.  I had been going to bed at pretty near when I woke this morning, and for weeks.  It isn't that I tried to switch, if it was a desire.  It just flopped, or... flipped?

Blood sugar was a bit high, but just in the 150's this morning.  It took a while for me to get around to eating and taking a dose.  An hour before another test.  My average is staying in the 120's, no major drops either recently.  It's as good as I can do given the season.  While I am able to stay, mostly, comfortable, I am limited by excess sun and heat.  For a walking dead man, this is as good as it gets.  As things are.  Central air would help.

I just can't do much.  Perhaps as fall nears next month?  I will need a nap shortly.

Recently, often, I have been unable to blog.  I purchased a few inexpensive older games, some of which are rather entertaining.  Oddly, I can't even play those, often.  Watching movies, and shows, is more of a task.  I just started in on the Soprano's, or such.  Interesting, but couldn't watch the whole first episode.  When I find a movie I can tolerate, it takes three or four periods, over days, to watch.  If I can barely tolerate entertainment, even of the passive sort, imagine how difficult work would be.

Just putting something down while I can.  It isn't as if I don't have thoughts, or music.  I just... can't... get it written.  Ugh.  I'll keep plugging at it.  Later.

Of wolf and man.

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And woman.

Too warm and sunny?

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The relative cool there for a bit did help.  Comfort isn't always enough.  As mentioned, high summer anywhere but more here and in states like Iowa, for opposite extremes, are difficult for the ill.  Then again, I am not certain there is a place that would lend comfort.  Hawaii, some have suggested.  But averaging and means at around 80°, and humid?  Not for me.  A place that the average and means was around 60°, with low humidity, if such a place existed, is where I would seek, if just comfort was sought.

Otherwise, I prefer right where I am.  Actually I prefer this, as there are real, seriously varied, seasons.  A unchanging environment would begin to seem like death very quickly.  I just have to know, in the hardest part of any season, without a woman to drive me out, I will go to ground.

Not much sleep today.  With the ducks locked in, I may go on back to bed.  Hmm, well, after staying awake long enough to let it cool out there enough to open the cave up.  I am hoping to be awake to water the lawn a bit tonight.  The field is being watered, so no real fuss about most of the back or side yard.  That makes it much easier.

Still too war.  I'll check in an hour, or two.  Later.

Twisting in the wind.

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My schedule, folding, doubling, tripling, halving, changing, slipping, moving, with and without my consent, or even always knowledge.  I have no idea what time I went to bed.  After 10:30, well after, but two or six hours later?  I woke around 21:00, give or take an hour.  Ducks were in, but had to be shut in.  Nothing else so far.

A shower shortly.  Folding laundry and starting another load?  Dishes set?  Medicine reset?  I wonder if I have an extra medset?  Filling it every two weeks is a pain.  I may have monthly sets?  Anyway, things to do if I can get to them.  Oh, and bills to pay, hopefully groceries, soon.

Blood sugar was 178(ish) fasting, but is 116 after a fatted coffee and dose of insulin.  Average is 131 so... not bad even with the slips.  Sometimes I can have a burger and fries, and it'll slide right by.  Sometimes it destroys my numbers for weeks.  I suspect they add sugar as a cheap ingredient when wheat or tomato or whatever increases and they want to pinch a penny.  Probably less than a penny per item.  The engineered life of big business is great for greedy owners, terrible for real people.  Even in something that should be wholesome and simple, like milk.  /microrant

It is down to 71° in the main, 56° outdoors.  I've closed some of the windows and turned off two of the fans.  It feels frigid, downright.  It's been a while since I have been out.  Other than for ducks and watering the grass.  I need to get out early, to finish raking, soon.  Mowing is still a bit off, mostly.  I could do a few areas, but not the seeded areas.  I can't do it this month, but another bag of seed for an area that has been being missed with watering, and to increase slowly improving areas.  Not sure what it got to today, but nary a cloud in the sky, that I saw.

Later.

The shadow of light.

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Not all seen is absolutely correct.  Not all understandings are flawless.

Up.

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It's only 20:30?  I didn't go down until... moments or a few hours after 14:30.  It's as close as recall can be given the stretched day.  Why the stretch?  Ah, getting used to the darkness, plus the cooler temps allow more of a humane living.  That higher heat just eats me.  I think those are the reasons.

It was 81° upstairs, strangely, with just fans.  I suppose windows have to all be opened if I try just fans?  Quite strange, if you ask me.  It is shaping up to be another cool night, I will try the open window trimming.  I had such a chill from shorts and the very cool downstairs that I was cold even at that temp.  ...  Wait, 14:30 plus up to much change?  I just need to switch it over earlier.  It should be warm by then.  It probably reaches that temp even on overcast days.

No major fuss, as mentioned.  I needed it.  I just reset the ac's and went to bed, waking happily, if too warmly, just now.  It was 68° when I woke... feeling too warm.  Nutz.  But funnily in a happy way.  No other work was done.  I have today and more.  I will get it, what of it I can get, as soon as I can.

Blood sugar is working again.  It was 133 fasting as I wake, and 93 as I went to sleep last night... or, this afternoon.  I guess I'm back.  I ought to... no.  I won't bother with bp until I am back on it for a week.  If it's still ugly, a couple weeks.  If any stat is too ugly, wait longer.  If it doesn't kill you or get better, wait even longer.  That is my life.

The lawn is being watered, the back yard, the remaining yellow, nearly bald, spot I replanted.  The yard is looking rather nice.  I will skip mowing one more week, then hit it on high, then medium after a few days.  I think they were absolutely butchering it.  Easier for them.  I'll take my lawn over, now that it is nearing health.  At least it didn't become a weed patch in my sloth, so no complaint.

Headache.  Too little sleep.  I'll sort it out.  As long as the ducks are in before dark, the rest of the day... night... schedule... is negotiable.  A bit to eat, fatted coffee, a shower and shave, maybe folding clothes, starting another load, and a load of dishes, first?  Can hope, dream.  Later.

A darker morning.

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The sun has been up for hours, but not out.  Cloudy, a medium thick overcast.  At around 10:00 it was just above 70° outside.  It's good for the grass and other growing things.  All yellow spots are greatly improving, as much due to water as a reprieve from the brutal sun.  I have some hope, when caught up a bit, that the grass can be maintained well even in heavy sun.  Though I suspect a sunshade fence might end up a necessity.

The ducks are out, their pool being filled.  I emptied and cleaned it last evening.  This breed of ducks doesn't need a pool, pond, or such.  Technically.  But their squeals of joy at the opportunity proves different to my mind.  As children going to play, let out from class, it cannot be denied that need can be lesser to other realities.

It was 70° or less in here.  As I shut all but the front door, it is already 73°.  Given it is high summer and all I am running is one fan with a door open, at 10:30 now?  It works.

Not much more work.  Two loads of laundry through to drying.  I will get a shower and shave, and probably set up dishes.  I did a small bit of work in the kitchen and bedroom as well.  It's a bit too cool for shorts, which slowed things down.  If cool again next time I have clean sweat-type pj's.  All I had was shorts tonight.  I don't like wearing real clothes unless I am going to town, or uptown.

Oh, and blood sugar cracked.  I was being careful with... everything.  It went from, I believe, 189 to 166 to 89 to 84.  Why?  I just don't always get it.  Ate the same things, dosed a lot less as it was below two hundred... ate more, including popcorn.  I'll take it, if I should have a bit more of something to eat.

Good morning, day, and maybe night.  Or later.

As I said...

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From sweet nothings to sharp jabs, she flirts then chastises, kisses and kills, spreads then goes frigid, in new and old video after another.  Pillow talk of every sort.  Dare I follow down her rabbit hole?

A small start.

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As I was finishing watering the front yard, I realized the vegetable type side yard could use water.  It got it.  It needs weeding, that just isn't in the cards.  Watering done, I started laundry.  I have four loads possible.  One is rather small.  The first is big, probably the largest.  After it stops, I will shower and shave, do a cool load, then set dishes to go.  Etc, it is hoped.

The upstairs, with one ac and a fan going, is 73°.  It being 60° outside, and down to 71°/70° main/front with all open and only one fan going, I switched both ac's to fan only.  I want to see what that will do.  I am trying to find efficiency.  The problem with greens is that they cut innovation, experimentation, while legislating a one-size-fits-all system that fails on a local level.

No one might give a shit about energy production, everybody wants to pay the least for energy for the most benefit.  One of the worst things governments can do is interfere with real costs of fuel, save very short term emergency situations.  Pushing costs up, even through taxes, or subsidizing so no pain is felt, will wreck the understanding and management of fuels, energy.  Every time they lean in, or out, they create problems.  The markets have to settle the thing or bad things happen.

Anyway, a start.  With plans for more.  I did eat chia.  Bleh, so tired of that.  In part because I tried a less expensive brand and it bit me in the ass.  Some things can be negotiated, some things not so much.  A fatted coffee now, and another dose of insulin with it.  That first dose didn't drop blood sugar much, if I am titrating with reasonable care.  I'll... get there, again, shortly.

It is a good night.  I sure hope to get a reasonable lot done.  Shopping soon, tomorrow, Friday.  Even burgers, though a beef or pork roast would be good.  Can't afford steaks as even rare treats anymore.  A beef roast is my rare treat.  Thankfully, until China rips our market, pork is still reasonable, mostly.  Chicken is okay, at least hindquarter parts.  Ground beef can be as much as beef roast!  *shrug*

Awake anyway.

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Sleep was good.  It stayed cool enough.  No kicking off of blankets this time.  Blood sugar was 179 at waking, if... I keep losing track of medicine.  I can't always keep up.  If I die, well, we all die eventually.  I do what I can.  So far so good.  I am hungry for meat.  Soon.  Before popcorn it was chia and fatted coffees and teas.  Back to chia and fatted drinks.  It's what I have.

The lawn is really growing and greening.  I still have two yellow spots.  One is being watered tonight.  The main zone, in front, will get two hours, a lesser zone also in front will get an hour.  The back yard spot will get two hours tomorrow.  Then, probably, a day off after that.  Too much water is as bad.  I'm only even watering this much because of seeding.

Hopefully, tonight, I can get back to work.  It is 76° inside, 70° out, or was an half hour ago.  So everything is open.  I'll want it a bit cooler before starting in on work.  While it feels cool enough, if I break a sweat I won't be able to cool back down.  Just a fact.  At 73° a break means something.  I don't have the health to maintain a long sweat and keep working.  Too old, too ill.  But I can hit it, rest and refresh, and come back to it a few times, in the right conditions.

If I can get going, first another shower and shave.  Then dishes in, then a break.  After the break, laundry going and then a start back in the bedroom.  I think I will try to keep my focus on the bedroom until the floor is cleared and the wire box shelving is installed upstairs and down, and the closet upstairs is fitted with pipe for hangers and the standing closet is...  I am not sure whether to use it or where, if so.  As well, I will be juggling spots of laundry, dishes, and cleaning the bathroom in chunks.  Bleh.

I may break the bed down as well.  I won't get rid of it quite yet, until I am sure I can sleep on the floor.  But it will be ready to go in any case.  Besides, if I can't sleep on the floor, I will want a new mattress.  I was brutal on the poor thing.  It was made to handle well more than my weight at even that time, and my height made it easier, but I didn't flip it as often as I should have and time just... isn't kind.

Oh, and during breaks, I would like to be working in the living room, getting back to where I had it fully, then keep going.  I think I am back to trying, doing, more.  Sleep is back in trim and agony has passed.  I will work through the week and start sleeping on the floor again this weekend.  This time with strategy, and some endurance gained from the cot.

Later.

A good night.

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Watering the side yard was quick.  I couldn't get to anything else.  It did cool to the mid 50's°, so I opened the place up.  It got down to 69°, so was worth the effort.  I'm a bit tangled up in the weather.  It may really just be the heat, even as cool as it is for this time of year.  It is still warm, usually.

The ducks are out.  The cats are fed.  I am thinking about something to eat.  I am out of meat in the small freezer, I will check the bigger freezer when I wake.  I know I have stuff in there.  I am not sure what or how old it is.  Technically it will all be edible, if that isn't always quite enough.  Hunger and technicalities only go so far.  Not the best, but I have been living on popcorn.  Fresh popped, with real butter, better than the bagged stuff by far, but...

A shower this morning.  Always a pleasure.  I should do those a lot more often.  The sun, and heat, and sleep irregularity, keep me rather crippled.  Still, often enough.  A bit to eat then on to bed.  Good morning, day, and night.

A very long sleep.

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How strange, the day.  I was awake late enough to let the ducks out.  Woke just in time to lock them in.  They go to roost early, without fuss.  Though, if they happen to be out, all I have to do is slowly approach and the go home.  Naturally fearful of everything, really.  Fed and watered, they are satisfied.  I just need to arrange bins for nesting.

I slept around twelve hours.  In part, I am sure, due to it being overcast again.  As such it was cooler.  It is right at 80°, but on a day which might easily usually be in the 90's, even 100's.  The latter is rarer, but expected several times a summer.  Not this summer, so far.  If in fairness, this summer is only half to two thirds over.

Upstairs was 68°, due to cloud cover, where it is usually 72°... near the window.  The strange thing was that I had kicked off all my blankets.  I found that throughout my sleep.  I didn't wake hot, so I would pull blankets over me again and again, only to wake wanting blankets.  I tried going without, but ending getting chill and having to struggle through heavier sleep and chill shortly... I found it far more prudent to use the natural awakenings to adjust blankets back. Strange days.

And dreams.  I do suspect I visit the sleeping and waking minds of others in my wanderings.  Those I know, some loves.  They have to allow, perhaps invite?  I don't care, it is always a bit psychically wet and icky to be that intimate, especially when certain feelings, notions, curiosities, and such are stirred accidentally, consciously or not.  To think a thought, or have a stirring memory, while along for the ride, can... make for a far more... interesting ride.

Quite overcast.

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Not all that cool.  It only got down to 60° overnight, with no rain.  I didn't bother opening everything up.  There needs to be more of a difference between indoors and out to make the effort worth the time.  I did get all areas watered.  Most of the time using one sprinkler at half blast.  Small areas were hit, mostly.

I have been trying to keep blood sugar down.  To a degree, successfully.  Oh, but I keep missing regular medicine.  Sleep cycle oddities aren't helping.  Which is partially weather related.  Though, being high summer, it almost doesn't matter.  The cool is allowing reasonably better sleep, the ac's are helping, but it is survival mode, not thrive mode.  I won't worry, but if I can get some work done I will.

Well, just keeping up on the watering, food, and insulin is a lot, given my condition and even the cooler temperatures.  I'll try to add medicine back in too.  Oh, I just heard about the fires up north.  Yea, warned, but ongoing.  Other troubles are coming.  Warning won't help, their government(s?) aren't on their own people's side.  Not sure most of our government is on our side either.  Even Marines are working against us.  Later.

Something old, something new, something else?

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Bumped into an old vid.  It made sense, on the surface, then.  It still does.  I haven't the health to delve as I should prefer.  As well, I realize this probable aspect of my nature is not fully lived due to health limits.  Oh, but what else caught my eye was... names dropped juxtaposed to recent posts.  Little are joys, but sure.

So very awfully odd

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Given my inability to deal with heat, my nap was strange beyond recall.

Going to bed, albeit chilled to the bone, I reset the air conditioners. One I turned off, the other I set to automatic.  As it turns, the automatic setting, as it was set, completely ignored the temperature set on the device.  I have no idea what it then goes by.  I only know, when I woke, it was 77° up there.

Now, 77°, for me, is usually pure suffering.  It is only in this last year that, even here and when it is dry, that 70° is tolerable, sometimes cool, sometimes too cool.  So imagine my surprise at having slept comfortably at that temperature, but also in my thick sweats-type pj's, and more with my summer quilt doubled AND one of my thicker wool blankets over that?  All snug as a bug in a rug.

I came downstairs to a 75° main, which seems cold.  Yes, regaining control of blood sugar makes body heat management a breeze.  And, yes, that is and has seemed to always be what the mechanism is.  Though I can't quite handle truly high heat, that I can truly comfortably nap in 77° is miraculous.  More, I don't seem to have lost my affinity for the cold.  Age has been rounding that up, but not health.

Quite a nap.  Honestly it was most of a sleep cycle.  My guess is, as the chill sets back in later tonight, I will crash again for a few to many hours.  At least most of a sleep cycle.  It is 82° outside, so it has dropped from the highest I have seen it, though it may have been higher than 84° at some point.  After starting the first eastern quad to water, I am chilled coming back in.  All good.

Ducks are in, the quads and back area will get one hit, the front western side will get double hit, as that is what both needs it from sun pounding and where grass was planted most heavily.  I may end up with a real lawn.  Then to figure out a shade fence to keep it with less water.  At least spring was gentle and wet enough to spot me.

Cold, at 75°?

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Actually, yes.  At 13:00 it is 84° outside.  Hazy?  It just... humidity from the recent deluge?  Yes, acting with the sun and else the haze is acting as an umbrella.  A clear yet effective one... not perfectly clear, if not as cloud cover.  I am hoping for another cool night.

Being oddly cold, I haven't started in on anything.  I did have boiled eggs from the other day, quite nice.  As well as a dose of insulin and a fatted coffee.  Blood sugar, after dealing with the sabotaged sugar replacement and doing else to specs, is 100.  Dealing with the polluted sugar replacement took care of the high readings quickly.

A nap shortly.  I will water the areas planted recently, though probably the rest of the front lawn later.  If the nap is short, the ducks may receive an artificial rain as I hit the side yard.  I want that grass seed to really pop.  Plus I enjoy watching the quackles play in the water.

Too cool, late July?  I'll take it, but it is strange.  Oh, and there are parts south which are or were at flood warning.  So, quite a dash of sprinkles.  I... don't think that is it, though who knows.  I'll take the cool, and water as we got it.  If, too, I will pray for those who get a bit much.

If you can't nap, but would wish it, I'll be your Huckleberry.  Good afternoon.

Flipped on a dime.

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Sleep cycle.  The cool, rain, dark...  I had no choice.  Sleep was fantastic.  I can't be sure when sleep hit, perhaps after 22:00 but before 23:00?  Almost certainly before midnight.  I opened the cave around 19:30?  It was cooling, or felt like it.  It only read 75°, but that seemed wrong.  It felt much cooler at bedtime.  Though perceived and measured can vary significantly.

Sleep was the sleep dreams of the best sort attempt to replicate.  That ease of body, the lack of pain or hunger, and yet moments of mild awareness just to let the mind rest again.  As perfect of a sleep as I have had in some time.  My only regret was not realizing how cool it would get, so shutting machines off and opening windows.

As I woke and came downstairs, I couldn't believe what the main thermostat read... 66° F!  Feels fantastic.  I just couldn't believe, so I checked every thermometer and the thermostat.  Indeed.  But, how cool had it gotten outdoors?  I looked, as I closed most of the cave down...  50°?!?  I don't know if it got cooler, only that it was that at a wee before 7:00, with sunup around 6:00 to 6:30ish, more on the earlier side.  Wow.

A few boiled eggs and a fatted coffee.  Then?  I don't know.  Still groggy from that crazy change in schedule.  If I can do some work, I will.  Just cleaning the living room to where I had it, a shower and shave, setting up dishes, and cleaning the bathroom?  Actually, that is a good bit of work, but possible?

Another spot or two of dishes and those other things, and I'll be back to the bedroom and kitchen... installing the standing closet and basket shelving... wherever.  All of that might be done this week, if I could figure out to keep cool enough otherwise.  I'd love to get back to it.  Later.

Rain.

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While out watering, again I was amazed to notice it raining.  I didn't believe it would rain much or long.  Boy was I wrong.  I really didn't need to water, but there is no way I could have guessed.  Usually, from what I have seen my decade and change here, is most summers there was no rain from May or June until sometimes as late as Christmas.  Or very little, starting in later August or September.  I believe we get around eleven inches a year.  Between the last two rains, nearing August, I would bet we got a quarter of our yearly supply.  Well, and much in spring.  Not too much just way more than usual.

Oh, I love it.  If I wish I hadn't wasted water.  Though even that wasn't too bad.  I had just planted a bag of seed all around.  A small area in back, which was watered first, then a larger area in the side yard which was to be watered when the ducks were let out.  Most of the seed went up front.

I had watered three of the four squares of the eastern front yard when I first encountered rain.  It was so light I ignored it as I did the last square.  I use smaller squares because small trees keep my larger setting from being successful.  The next two areas were as large as I could water with that sprinkler.  Two moves covered the rest of the front, western, lawn.  It had started really hitting, but my mind just... didn't want to believe!

It was gorgeous to be out in it.  Coming down like a water shout, as if close to a massive waterfall, with a heavy sound component.  And so cooling.  I thought it might cool the valley off, but not so much.  It remains between 60º and 62º.  Yeah, but out in it, it really was wonderful.

I had meant to do more watering but I finally surrendered, if with a big smile.

Oh, and I was gifted with an extended lightning storm.  No thunder, which was fine.

Rules.

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An accusation.  She really thinks I make them.

The pain has eased.

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I am sure it was from sleeping on the floor.  That, and sleeping too little, thus sleeping to hard, therefore not rolling probably at all.  All of those things combined to worsen each of the other problems until both sleeping and wake time were agony.  Toss in the heat, and it was bad.

A few more days and I'll go back to the floor.  The cot isn't as comfortable as a bed but is more comfortable than the floor.  It is helping.  If a step back it isn't a full retreat.  And, if needed, I now have a middle ground whence to retreat partially.  I have fully recovered as to my back.  It is still difficult to get out of the cot, so I am stronger that way.  I simply want a few more days of stored good sleep, a pattern going, then I'll hit it.

I have going on four days of medicine regularity.  Blood sugar is not doing well.  I can see that they have found a way back into the house.  A package was brought in, one I didn't realize had arrived.  Must have arrived while sleeping today, as it wasn't here yesterday... checked for it later.  Not sure how they got in, only that they did.  Which means I believe they are, again, adding sugar to my sweetener.  I'll... fix that.

Most things are back on track, save for what is being sabotaged.  That will be fixed, in several ways.  Days and nights are also mixed up, but that will be sorted soon, now that enough food, medicine, and sleep is happening.  It has to be right, right enough.  It is getting there.

It was about 82° a bit ago.  It may have been a cooler day?  It seemed to have the potential to be partly cloudy as I was going to bed.  I did wake a few times, but not well enough to realize anything.  I will do just a bit of watering tonight, every two or three days in the little odd patct and out front.  Easy.  Later.

She still nags.

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I can tell it was her.  I don't get it all, but she rings through these first two.  I think I grok the majority, just not as she completely means it.  Mostly annoying, to me.  If some annoyance is... to be expected.

Such powerful questions.

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Angry questions?  I... sensed that.  From one in particular.  At least.  Though there, too, was a collective sighing lament from a number.  I do hear you, feel your pain, but you know this is not the house that Jack built.  Jack and Jill went up the hill and all hell broke out, all over the place.  Eve started it.  I'll help finish it.  Won't be any prettier stitching things up than it was ripping them open.  Thus... us.

A trouble fixed.

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I keep attempting to adjust the cooling trim of my home.  Sometimes I forget what had been successful, or something gets moved for other reasons or is adjusted differently for different times of the day but isn't put back at the right time.  There was no success in cooling the house, until very late... early actually.

By two, the house was still at 77º.  That was really wrong.  It was into the low 50s, it should have been much cooler.  I rerigged a few things, to no good within an hour.  One more change and the interior finally started to drop within an half hour.  Here just at six I have the main interior down to 70° and the front area down to 72º.  I don't get the front area.  Anyway...  there is one method I need to check... ceiling fan direction.  But not tonight.  It will only matter on nights cool enough to make a difference.  It is 52° out there, might drop as dawn cracks... sometimes a wind from the mountains.

Nearly bedtime.  There are clouds, not sure they will stick around.  If not it will be blazing.  I have everything, save one spot, shut.  I'll get it.  Blood sugar is being problematic.  May know why.  Will fix it tomorrow.  Good night.

Another one crossing my mind.

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So she seemed to me.

Sleep, again, and more.

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Why?  Because I needed it so badly and finally could.  I woke several times.  I had stopped waking to pee, but restarting medicines, that will be back until the flood that backed up is drained.  Actually, with the sun under, I think that alone would have knocked me out.  I am almost completely weather dependent.

The sun has come back up. It is 82° out there, which, oddly, I was sure it was going to hit no matter what.  I would have thought, if the sun came out, it would have hit right to 90 or higher.  Not a complaint, just a note.  I am really hoping for a much cooler night.  Time will tell.

I can't be sure how much sleep I got, or over time.  A few more days of this, and food, medicine, insulin and tracking, I could be back in some sort of trim to begin the closet and shelving upstairs, then over time getting summer clothes up there, and finishing the downstairs bedroom.  I will have to see if I can get used to sleeping on the floor, after a week or so on the cot then the rest of the summer.  If so, getting rid of that bed would make life easier.

My mom did get a car.  All on her ownsome.  Fine.  It's a little older and smaller than mine, but it sounds right.  All good.  I like my car, wasn't a second thought, it is all I could offer is all.  As long as she has something, and it works.  At least she has children who will help, rather easily and as generously as we can.  I hope the reality is more than even the offers.  I think my offer surprised my brother.  He doesn't understand, but I would offer him what I could as well.

The side garden yard is getting more water.  I started that up as soon as I woke.  Rhubarb is seriously back, might have to see how, besides a rhubarb mash, to use it.  I wonder if it would work in a roast?  I just, I am not familiar with it, other than as a dessert item.  Even late in the season, having let it get a bit dry, I have tons of the stuff.

Later.

Ill again?

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On the verge of feverchills.  Can't say why.  Restarting meds, some sort of bug, lack of sleep or else or all catching up?  Maybe even that bit of work.  In this heat it doesn't take much.  It is overcast today, in the mid 70s last I checked.  Not worth risking opening the doors and windows, as it could jump twenty degrees in a sunbaked minute, then take a week of care and outside temperature luck to get that heat out.

Given that it is technically more than half way through high summer, and the rest of the year is much more comfortable, it is difficult to complain too strongly, especially with a place to cool off and sleep in the cool.  Oh, and the overhead fan really is a game changer.  Those this illness is annoying.

I am hoping the day will stay cool, and tonight will be cooler, so as to pull in a lot more cool through the night.  I am only, usually, able to sleep four to six hours at a time.  Through which aortas pulse pain, as does the kidney region, even on the cot and probably on a regular bed.  I am not sleeping enough in order to roll as I should.  Still, better, on the cot.  Actually the neck aortas hurt through the day as well.  I have tried to be careful with the pillow, and neck angle, but that isn't it.

A nap?  Maybe.  I'll let Sam up this time.  Ah, a little treat for some of you.  You know who you are.  Later.

Some added fan help.

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It is only 68° outside at nearly three.  Inside, with everything I can throw at it, main and front is still 77°.  There is no give.  However, I finally thought to use the ceiling fan.  It doesn't change the temperature at all but it does, strangely, make it feel somewhere between cooler and cold.

I have moved the water up front several times.  And am watering up front only.  The man who has been cutting has decided to get water.  Without water, he gets almost nothing off the lots.  As a benefit of allowance, he waters the little patch of back yard.  It helps a lot.  So, no need for that.  I can spend my time and money up front, for as good as it will do.  Hmm, seeding out there... I think I have several more bags.  And all the other areas are really coming back.  Yeah, I may seed tonight... or, you might call it tomorrow night.  There is one odd spot in the back...  Yea.

My lower back is still rough.  Getting out of the cot is still rough.  Sleeping isn't perfect, but improving.  Blood sugar is up to 181 so, yes, the brots were sugared.  I took a solid dose of insulin with those too.  Just not enough.  I am finished with them, can get back on track.  A fatted coffee and a heavy dose of insulin shortly, to begin resetting things.

Oh, a bit of water in the wild sid garden, today and tomorrow, as soon as shaded.  Later or good night... maybe a nap, after watering the side area.  Later indeed.
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Very strange.  It is raining.  I don't expect to get enough in order to change my watering schedule.  But moisture from the sky, now, is very unusual.  It took a lot of experimenting to first believe it was water, and then determine someone hadn't moved my sprinkler.  I almost laughed at the depth of my doubt.

Sleep!

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And plenty of it.  Seven hours down in a single go.  Not all that much, but the best I have done in weeks, probably.  I opened everything up, for what real good it will do.  It has been an hour.  It was 72º outside, and now is still 77° in the main area and 79° up front.  It won't cool much tonight.  Heat on heat tomorrow.  I don't know if it was the high, but I read 94° F today, a.k.a. 34.4 Celsius.  Pretty typical temps here, this time of year.  Actually we got June of, perhaps parts of May which can be ferocious as well.  We have another month, maybe two.  I may have to see about more cooling, something to help down stairs.

I am still in rough shape.  Kidney area gripes when I wake, but dissipates quickly.  Amazing how fast that can go away or return.  I am all but sure it is muscular, not organ issues.  All pains are floor related, and the cot only helps.  But even if I wanted there is no way I could get a bed up there.  And it is far too hot to sleep down here.  I don't want a bed up there, or to sleep down here though either.  I just wish I could adjust to sleeping on the floor faster.  May have to consider a better sleep mat, a real one.  Uhrm, when I can afford one.

I started watering.  At two I'll move it.  Give or take.  Only one sprinkler, so...  Two or three areas up front, then a few areas out back.  Most will only get an hour.  The lawn is looking better.  Especially given the pounding from this heat.  The side yard gets an half hour on rotating spots every other to third day.  I do have a bit of a lawn back.

I am not sure what I have to eat.  Eggs and salsa would be good.  Blood sugar is coming back down.  It was 138 fasting.  Later.

Better.

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Brots, these ones, must have sugar despite their label.  There are only three left.  I will finish them.  I'll make a slaw dressing and have that on the side.  Blood sugar had been 199 before a few brots, the last of the steamed cabbage, and tea.  After four hours, much of it sleeping, and a solid dose of insulin, it is 152.  I'll get to it.  Back on the other meds, off since Saturday evening.  Full dose return.

I set the cot up.  The kidney region throbbing had become unbearable, so I napped on the cot.  The throbbing continued on in to sleep.  I woke to a few remaining aches, but the dissipated quickly.  It isn't perfect.  Still, really, too hot down here to do much.  But I am awake for just a bit.  I will enjoy a bit of time then go on back to bed.

As with medicine, food, and else, I have been neglecting sleep.  Not a choice.  Between the pain of sleep and the heat, there... I got what I could get.  I haven't given up sleeping on the floor, I am simply taking a break.  It may not be possible, or with what I have.  Or, I just need a break as I adjust.  The cot isn't a joy, itself, simply easier.

At first I didn't think the cot was going to work.  I had initially believed it might be cooler, with cold air over and under.  I was sleeping on top of a sleeping bag, which initially did make it too hot.  Well, and I was heated from having helped with the duck hutch.  There is no way to cool down quickly, even cool showers just heat me up.

So, initially, it was a bit hot.  However, over time, I did cool.  And my butt got a wee frosted.  Not really a bad thing, but in a longer game.  I will be sleeping on the cot until sleep is back in trim, so I will need to sort that out.  I just, well, it's strange.  I've never had a frigid ass before, or as the only component near frozen.  Too funny.

I stayed up all night, due to aches, pains, and heat, as well to be awake for work.  Even so I couldn't sleep until late afternoon, and then only for a few hours.  I need more sleep.  This time I'll try the sleeping pad under all, and my makeshift mattress on that, then a blanket  and/or bedspread.  I'll remove the sleeping bag, it doesn't make a good sleeping pad.  If I decided to use it, it will be zipped out as another blanket.

Later, good night, etc.

Dreadful.

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The lower back is still rough.  Some of it is from sleeping on the floor, some of it is from not being able to sleep, then crashing... so not rolling while sleeping on the ground.  The latter is the majority.  So even if I had an ac working in my bedroom it wouldn't matter, unless I could get it to cool the rest of the cave.  I... haven't had luck with that to date.

Duck coop was finally cleaned out today.  My help did half the work, though I'll say maybe a bit more.  In any case, without help there is no way I could have seen it to completion.  My back was starting to kill me, on top of the passive general stuff of late. While the physical component was a great boon, seeing the task to completion was the more important.

Kidney areas flash pulses of pain.  Sometimes the jugulars and big leg veins hurt, pulse, waking me to sirens of pain.  Kidney areas hurt even when awake, the other pains are more when lying down, often when sleeping... especially when not sleeping regularly.  I don't think it is my kidneys, but who knows.

The grass is looking much better.  It is growing well as well.  I have the chairs set up, and a table ready if i make room.  Perhaps a puzzle up there would be good.  Do they even make real puzzles anymore.  It's too bad AA isn't around.  A mean girl, but a resourceful one.  I might have one or several around, but I live in a memory maze.

I may set the cot up, see if that might work for when I can't sleep enough.  I'll put the ducks up, then attempt to read or else upstairs, in order to cool enough to sleep a bit better, or even nap, after the front yard can start taking water.  Trying to stay on top of things... failing.  Medication, sleep, insulin and that, pain...  I'll keep at it.

Later.

A strange day.

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As mentioned, yesterday I ate bad food.  Yes, there is bad food and wrong answers.  As a result, blood sugar was... high.  It was 245 at 14:00, ish.  Or, almost.  I had cabbage, butter, and mushrooms.  As well, a decent dose of insulin.  By 23:00, almost, it was down to... 91?  Yes.  After brots, sauerkraut, and milk, it was up to 140.  A few hours on, a few more brots, a fatted coffee, but it is bedtime.  That was a 154 point drop, in less than half a day.  Odd.

Watered the front yard, using a circle pattern device, slightly overlapping, just the one device, through the night.  Back yard tomorrow, in a similar pattern.  I think it gets more water, some how, and more efficiently.  I am believing this because of how much better the side yard looks.  Trying whatever might work.

Still difficult.

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I've fallen off medication.  Sleep has become difficult again.  I thought I was getting used to sleeping on the floor.  Back to a powerful low back pain, if that isn't diabetes returning.  I went out the other night, shopping.  I ate the wrong stuff.  Yea, the numbers show it.

Some of what was purchased was a newer form of cat litter and cat litter boxes for it.  Paper this time, but wood pellets next time.  While I like the litter I use, it still fails quicker than I would like.  If the pellets of either sort work as advertised (by cat owners, supposedly without manufacturer links), and works how advertised, beside the regular pans, another upstairs would be doable, tolerable.  Odd, but the girls really don't see all that well at night.  I thought it was just Sam, but it is both of them.  I definitely see better than the cats in the dark.  I can easily navigate up there at night.

Cabbage today, perhaps with mushroom.  I am not sure if any meat is thawed.  While not a vegetarian, from time to time that is enough.  Oh, but butter, possibly whole raw cream added too, would keep it from being too far south.  Cabbage and butter is almost magic.  Add mushrooms and it is as special as vegetables get.

It is straight up 96° out there.  Fairly typical, if still rough.  It is no hotter than 88° days, in here.  There is some sort of near limit.  I thought ac upstairs would help, but not so much.  The cooles I can get it is between 73º and 75º, depending on how long I keep it open, whether there is a breeze... rarer in higher summer, and how cool it gets.  But no matter, by 11:00, it is up to 75º, and somewhere between noon and 14:00 it is to 77° or higher.  At best it doesn't drop below that until 2:00~4:00.  Ugh.

At least I do have the upstairs.  I'll be setting up a few chairs and some sort of table up there, since I can't sleep as often as I would like to cool.  My body can't handle the floor while awake.  A few books, one of my rosaries, several choices of hopefully comfortable and varied seating options... A place to be cool more comfortably.  I might see about setting one of the game consoles up there as well.

Cats were fed, ducks too.  The ducks were given a chance to cool in artificial rain, as well.  It refreshes their pool as well.  Time is up.  For their midday dream.  Time to shut that down and begin tinkering with an upstairs, as well, I might as well set the new trial cat litter up.  Two pans of the new stuff, one pan of their old favored... only two new pans, but by design.  I want some crossover in case one or both refuses the new stuff out of initial hand... but not enough to refuse it indefinitely.  The ladies prefer fresh and one pan only has just so much.  Oh, heck, and then a dinner and insulin.  Later.
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First vote is in.  Sam, for traditional.  No surprise there.  She did at least tread the new stuff.  She is the pickiest about fresh.  It'll happen.  Even with me staying on top, keeping their needful place as clean as possible.  I don't like forcing, and I have more than three bags of the old stuff.

Paper pellets?  Mostly recycled?  Ah, newspapers may have come back into their own!  No one even needs to read them.  Whichever billionaire wants to blow a wad hiring useless sjw's, with degrees from Havvad and Columbus journalism, to print whatever they say to print, just for bragging rights?  This will minimize the print costs of their ego.  Can't do much for cable, unless the heat pollution could be used in their or cronies ghetto plantations as a heat source somehow?  Just thinking out loud.

Napping.

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Two, up to four, naps through the last day.  It has been too hot to really do anything.  AC makes sleep possible, but the heat pounds me to much to work down here.  By the time I get upstairs, sleep is required.   I just can't fit work in when 76° is typical.  I am doing good to sleep in the 70°s.

A shower shortly.  At nearly midnight, with windows open and fans going downstairs plus ac upstairs, it is still 77° to 78º in here.  Bleh.  No humidity, but it just never cools much below, except upstairs.  It wears me out.  I don't think it is quite right for most ac, or swamp coolers, it's mixed country.  So ac is cheaper and easier to work with.

Yea.  A shower.  I lost track of medicine through the naps.  I best get restarted.  Later.

A quiet Sunday.

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Sleeping as required.  Sore from it.  I am getting used to sleeping on the floor, but no matter where you sleep, soreness happens when bedridden.  The better thing about sleeping on the floor is that I really try to be at least awake and of the floor as much as possible.  It is more painful of an oversleep medium.

It has been right at 92º F since I woke.  Outside.  It has gone from 73º to 76° in the main house, in part due to me, as well as the tv and ps4 console.  It's time to go upstairs and read or rest.  I have camping chairs, made for my size, up there.  One of them is a rocker too.  I love those.

The ducks got a shower.  While setting it up, I looked around the yard.  Better.  Later.

Good.

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Blood sugar went up to 107 after two hours.  It takes... curiosity, faith, hope, and a few other things, to leave it alone when it gets that low.  At least as things have been.  I have been able to sense when there is a problem.  That... I don't have complete faith in that.  But, with a greater focus and that, during smaller reads... it is something.

I watered the front yard.  That is finally looking a bit better.  The back yard is being watered.  It is looking better.  No need to water the side yard.  It gets watered when I let the ducks play.  It looks the best of the yards.  Only the sideyard looks really good, but compared to the start, they are all seriously better.  I thought I might lose all the grass up front.  Half, maybe, if I'm not sure how much grass was ever really on that, and what was there is greening a bit.

Three pork chops went on the grill.  As well as a can of cut green beans.  Not garden fresh, but good.  I did the chops about as rightly done as I ever have.  Sometimes it works, sometimes not.  A glass of milk to go with, and a solid tablespoon of butter on the beans filled it out just right.

The watering is almost complete.  I won't worry about my next blood sugar reading.  I believe I will turn all off and sleep?  Nap?  It will be the first time in days I haven't been chased to sleep by some sort of collapse.  Yeah.  Later, much later, or good night.  Dinner was just right.