Ribs.

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Done.  As are the salads.  Well, with room for the meats to be finished off on the grill.  Probably, mostly, good enough now.  But they need heated no matter.  Why not grill.  I used barbecue sauce on half of them, for the boss.  With 18 grams of carbs per some iota of sauce, 17 g of which are added sugars, I... went happily without.  Of course, sampling the softer, cooked potato, potato salad was required.  Gotta spice it, check the spice.  But, just a taste.  Enough for tomorrow.  Both salads should be enough for at least two meals.

Of course, with the rain, really potentially more rain, and the possibility of wind?  Might not be dinner tonight.  Though, he could always stop by and eat.  Doesn't have to be getting out to eat.  I had initially thought they were pork ribs, but no... beef.  Both animals have quite good ribs.  I am learning how to cook them.  It isn't really by time, it's by tenderness.  But time gives a cook an idea about when to start checking.  I have a natural sense, that seems to work well with cooking.  It is what I used today, and to good ends.

I did patch the heel.  I couldn't really see what caused that problem.  Just pulling apart?  I... don't think so.  Did I step on something yesterday, while hurrying to get the ducks in and set up?  Maybe.  Or, maybe, while I was sound asleep, someone cut.  I told you, in certain stages of sleep, I wouldn't know.  Yesterday was nearly a 24-hour run.  I just... lost track of sleep, then had things to do.  Yea, I could be sorely hurt and not know it.  Still, it's patched.  That is helping, a bit.

Tomorrow I need to get to the bank, pick up a battery, perhaps an extra, for the glucometer, and maybe a few other things.  Stores are absolutely requiring masks.  I need to figure out how to adjust my masks, or sort out a new one... ones... that fit so that I can breath.  They... won't protect.  But... they don't protect.  If I had energy, I would attempt to find a lawyer to sue so that people either have to wear medical grade, actually functional masks, or go without.  It's companies, not the state, which are pulling this shit.  Hmm... gauze, loose silk, or other breezy masks?  Mats... I need mats.  Cloth of such sorts and ear strapping.  I wonder if any such comes in camo, army green, or... I dunno... something a little more manly.  Jo Anne's... just thinking out loud.  I would call, but I CAN'T!  Arghhhhhh!  I can look online, but I have... no idea what I am looking at.

Wind died down.  So I opened up a bit.  If it suddenly gets hot, I can close it down.  If not, it's enough to air out.  Sticky, even at 60° outside.  But it will do.  I did shoo the ducks in.  They were at the door to their enclosure anyway, so no major issue.  A dog... I heard one.  Too close.  I think they had too.  Three of them absolutely know what a dog can do.  The others may now have an idea.  If required, I will eat what I kill.  :p  Good enough for the Chinese, dog that is.  Later.

A start.

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I had hoped to be going a bit faster in order to be to town.  Too late, I think.  Potato salad has been started.  Potatoes are peeled, largely diced, and cooked.  Onions are diced, small.  Oh, but something I remembered?  While cold cooked potatoes really don't work out with keto?  Uncooked do.  Not a ton of them, but a bit.  It has for me.  I am going to try that in the egg salad. Not every time, just... I want to see.

I have the ribs and brots thawed, and the oven heating.  I will cook those, mostly, in the oven.  The finish will be on the grill.  It won't take long.  Although the hurricane leftovers seem to be hitting, again, harder.  If that may well pass through quickly, as it did yesterday?  It started up around 19:30, then ran until about 21:15?  Give or take. Well, rain later?  Maybe?  I just... don't remember if it did rain during the night.

It has rained today, earlier this morning or last night.  That seemed to all but disappear from the ground and driveway.  Then it looks to be starting up again?  Or simple showers.  A lot of wind though.  I reset the hutch for the duckles, but have no idea where they are.  It is open, as well, in case they seek shelter.  I'm doing my best, but in crazy weather, it's difficult to know what they will do.  Chasing them is all but impossible, especially in bad weather to top it off.  I hope they find the hutch and get in.  I will check every hour or so.  The temp has dropped to 65° outside.  I'd love to open up, but the wind is 15 to 25 mph, with higher gusts?, a bit ago.  It's sounding heavier since.  While we don't get tornadoes, high winds can wreck things, trees, houses, roofs, and carry missiles.  Ugh.

Later.

Well? Not bad.

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Nothing fancy, not great, but definitely not bad.  Save for my heel?  Yeah.  Somehow it tore, the skin, near the drier back strap of the heel itself, on the left foot.  How?  I... don't get that.  I will look more closely when I wake more fully, see about a heel patch.  For now I am limping and going slow.  But, that isn't a huge problem... unless it becomes one.  I'll... be cautious with this.

Sleep was fantastic.  I think?  If you don't know you slept?  I think that is a good sleep.  It also wasn't so deep and hard that I didn't roll.  No dreams I remember, but that isn't always an indicator of sleep quality, if it can impact it.  It was warm, all night, but just a bit.  And humid!  Ugh.  Neither of which impacted sleep negatively.  It was just... groddy to wake up into.  Hurricane muck.

I have two salads to try to make.  A potato salad and an egg salad.  Same ingredients minus potatoes in the latter.  I am... trying to figure out and return to keto.  It's a difficult thing while trying to juggle two menus.  It just is.  As well, ribs tonight.  Those ribs will feed two, handily.  And the whole rack cost less than either of our simpler meals at a drive-thru.  Plus, it is so much better.  I am making brots, too.  Not necessarily for tonight.

Medicine down.  I'll check blood sugar when something is ready to eat.  Eggs?  I have eggs ready, but... those are for the potato salad.  Hmm... need more for the egg salad.  Well, might as well boil a dozen.  So, I can eat the cold at will, or wait for warm.  Along with a fatted coffee, life would be good.  Oh, I am trying dehydrated coffee I can find.  Folgers was too acidic.  The other brand is okay.  So far.

The goal is just one fatted coffee a day.  Then tea, or even maybe a fatted tea.  Going lighter on fats, just what I need, not want.  Lowering caloric intake once I hit ketosis, if that keeps getting set back.  Gah!  It... will happen.  It is happening, slowly.  The temptations, while cooking non-keto and keto at the same time are horrendous.  That will either prove impossible, and pass, or will enhance my resolve.  It is heading to the latter, slowly.

It was 70° upstairs, downstairs in the main, and I thought outside if I need to recheck... the frontroom was 68°.  Hmm, one more limping slow check...  Nope, 60° outside, if that has already risen to 65°!  And humid!  It is 66% humidity, downstairs, according to the device I have down here.  If I have seen it even that high, I don't remember.  I certainly don't remember feeling it this tacky.  Still, this is as a more pleasant Iowa day.  A strangely dry one.

Oh... glucometer isn't working.  I am guessing dead battery.  Son of a gun but I am having trouble lately.  I decided to close everything down, as it was warming so quickly.  Even with the clouds.  This must be hot, and humid, hurricane and Texas air.  Little sun, but that doesn't matter a great deal.  If the air is warm, or hot, that will heat the place just as much.  I've seen it hit ~80° plus at midnight, due to hot winds.

Later.

No nap and just going down.

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I just couldn't do it.  Things on my mind.

I had tracker on, on my phone.  It kept information about where it was.  It looks like it went to a neighbors, then on an odd path back.  Then on some trips, ending up in Idaho.  It seems... odd.  Time stamps, distance for mileage, strange things more than the paths.  I don't know what to make of it.  Something really bad is happening?  It sure seems odd.

It is still 70° outside, and thus warmer inside.  Upstairs might have cooled since last I checked.  With two ac's going gangbuster it was only down to 73° this afternoon.  Probably part of why sleep was out.  Extremely unusually comfortable with the temperatures, but... not completely... fully... tolerant.  I do what I can if that isn't always much.  Still, it is nice to be able to handle 82°, as I did.

We had the tail of the front push of a hurricane go through.  The next area/county over got the brunt of it... if radio warnings are to be believed.  We briefly had 20 mph winds and received very light smatterings of rain.  If more is likely on the way.  Ducks were in early, well before dark.  The girls were fed.  Myself as well.  Good night.

Meds, of all sorts, taken.  A shower gotten.  Time to sleep.  Good night.

Just... nothing.

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On the good side, blood sugar was down to 92.  I had one more small meal.  Of course, no more insulin.  I will take slow acting insulin tonight.  Medicine shortly, the night meds, as I take a nap.  I will empty and remove the water troughs for the ducks, and clean those out... to be filled and replaced later.  It was 92° out, shortly ago.  Oh, have you ever wanted to type the degree "°" symbol?

Ensure the Num Lock key is active, a light will usually let you know.  Then, hold down the alt button, while typing 0176.  Release the alt key.  Bingo.  °  Had to check.  Again.  Oh?  For a complete list of alt key special characters, here you go.  Cheers!  I... am actually excited!  I'll have to remember to check for some I especially adore but otherwise miss.

My debit card is no longer working, again.  I don't have a way to contact the bank.  I will have to go in tomorrow.  Companies are becoming criminally complicit with blm and antifa, as are many small and larger local to state governments.  I have improved security, but am not quite done.  That last bits take focus, and I simply don't have it yet.

The front, this, computer, room is rather warm.  It is in the high 70°'s, 78° last time I looked.  Oddly, it is no bother at all.  And, when I go into the main room, it is 73°, which seems almost frigid.  The back rooms and upstairs are probably closer to 70°.  Diabetes and heart medicine and control, I think, are making me exceptionally... for me... heat tolerant.  I'll take it.  Later.

Just another day.

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I had breakfast without dosing insulin.  It was small, a single short rib(?) and a single brot.  Seemed innocent enough, especially with plain tea.  A few hours later, blood sugar was 285!  Okay, a fatted tea with insulin.  Not much, I think 15 cc's.  Not my lowest but, getting there.  Two or three hours later it was 154.  I decided to have another fatted coffee, actually the earlier one was a coffee too.  I went with 8 mg of insulin.  I'll check in three hours.  If all is good, a nap.

Yeah, some things.

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A few things.  Learning to use the computer again is... interesting.  I haven't quite created a functional area to sit and use the machine.  I am cramped in, until I make proper space for a comfortable sit.  As well, I am having to figure out how to adjust for vision, as the screen is set way back, and the machine itself, and router, need the space that would allow the screen to be moved.  After a bit, I found how to embiggen the screen matter without messing up the whole lot.  Other problems to be sorted, one at a time.

I have gone to amazon.  They do have repair kits.  I'm not sure if I have enough money, so will need to check through my bank.  The problem is... wait... I know my password?  I have been juggling so many passwords, and on a different machine, that I became slightly confused.  However, I know this stupid bank will require a message, sent through the phone (that was stolen), or maybe an email?  I do have the email address' passwords, but I am not sure if I have access to gmail.  It didn't work on the ps4.  I'll check that.  Not sure which email is connected to the bank.  Bleh.

Enough tech messing and the brain gets blurry.  But... one more thing and we shall see.  I am waiting just a bit before letting the ducks out.  The cats will be fed shortly thereafter.  Hmm, I seem to still be able to type, and am improving rapidly even then.  I will have to learn a few tricks, and familiarization is weak, but... I definitely like the keyboard better, and mouse.  Mostly.  I'll give the email a try, then the bank.  Blah.

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Ah-ha!  I got in to gmail, then through my bank, and, yep.  I ordered replacement parts.  Ugh but life can be messy some days.  Later.

Someone woke me.

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A pebble, against the wall, woke me.  I looked, but no one obvious.  Someone checking to see if they could break in.  Not tonight.  I figured someone was doing that.  I just hadn't actually caught them before.  Up.  Now.  Oh well.  It was about 3:30.  I got some good sleep before that.  I may well get more sleep.  Blood sugar was 212 fasting, or so.  But, with it so low, I hadn't taken the slow acting insulin at bedtime.

I tore back into the controller.  Yea, no.  One of the pad devices had come undone.  I had hoped it was friction-fit.  Not so much.  I tried superglue.  No such luck.  It seems superglue doesn't work on silicone, the facing material that holds t he button tabs.  I had an extra, two, controllers.  One was compromised somehow.  The other may well have been stolen.  I'll look for it.  I did notice someone else has opened the shell on the controller I was working on.  They... weren't very careful, chipped where they went in..  Careless, sloppy.  You can't even tell I have been in the thing.  As is, it works, just without a right direction key.  I will look for a parts kit.

Still so very tired.  I don't get it.  Can barely stand.Plenty of cool fresh air, enough food, medicine and insulin now.  BP and blood sugar controlled.  So tired it hurts in the bones, if not the kind that demands sleep.  Focus is extremely difficult.  I should get some slow acting insulin in.

I haven't found my phone.  The truck was checked, it isn't there.  It could be in some odd place, or beside the road somewhere.  It had been on, but calling, at this point, just leads to the answering service.  I had recently plugged in google maps, and turned on tracking.  If I can figure that out, from the computer I might be able to track it's last location.  Maybe.

Ugh.  Later.

A bit and still odd.

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Okay, no real work.  Still quite exhausted.  I first worked on my controller.  It was sticky.  I... did something wrong.  I'll get back to it in a bit.  I also sewed the pockets on one of my pj's.  Well?  I improved.  It is done.  I will definitely do better with the next three or four.  By the way, not only can I easily thread a very small needle, I don't generally need a thimble!  Thick skinned, literally.

Blood sugar was at 106, then 90 just now.  So, of course, no more insulin.  But a rib and brot would be good.  And I best keep an eye on it.  That really could kill me, quickly.

It is heating up fast.  Food then a nap.  Later.

An exhausted beginning.

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Down by one.  I opened up the two usual windows, turned on all three fans, and opened two additional windows to see if that would make a difference.  It... did, slightly.  It was two degrees cooler than closed with ac.  What was I nattering regarding about, to an old friend recently?  Ah!  Margins!  Yes.  Two degrees for a bit of crawling and a lowered ac bill?  Okay.

The thing  is, I woke with a body so physically exhausted, rolling out of bed was a p.i.t.a.!  Shutting windows hurt.  Then, after making it downstairs, I had forgotten my modern upstairs.  I have been removing that and hiding it because someone has taken to using my system at night/when I am asleep.

I must have almost caught the perp, several times.  The last time, the back door was nearly unlocked, of course from the inside... a hook and one of the locks on the inner door were undone.  I always lock those.  The cats have never unlocked them.  It won't be pretty if I do catch whoever.  The sheriff will be involved.  And any attack or resistance will lead to an ambulance or the morgue, for someone.  If they are armed and ready to murder for burglary, it will be me.  I don't mind.  Amen.

Because of such devastating exhaustion, right away, I decided to check blood sugar.  The device I had hobbled together suddenly stopped working, flashing some error signal.  Oddly, my main device, which had disappeared from where I had kept it for years, showed back up in a place I had searched many times.

It works.  So, I used it.  *sigh*  Blood sugar was 216 fasting.  Not superior, of course.  But a vast, almost impossible, improvement from the 395 fasting read from yesterday.  I have to wonder if the drop, even if still high, is whyfor the exhaustion?  I think so.  I still have slight tunnel vision and a few other symptoms from that crash.  Plus, I am having trouble just with energy to breath.  I am having to consciously breath, and deep enough.  I will take it slowly today.

The ducks were let out, and fed.  The young gents have been gourging, and are getting massive.  Not quite as tall as my senior drake, if almost.  But they almost certainly outweigh him.  For now his seniority will hold sway.  But they may endanger him when breeding becomes a thing.  I really need to hobble a tractor for the muscoveys.  If the four total hens become too beset, ready or not, I may have to cull males.  Two, if that works, three if no other choice.

A brot and chicken drumstick as breakfast?  Yes.  Perhaps a fatted coffee too, low dose... my figure, you know!  I will add insulin, but just a middling dose and only of the fast acting.  Trash gathered and out is the only absolute chore(tm).  But a final load of laundry, dishes, and counters plus stovetop are on the menu... if I can stand without breaking into a sweat, or falling.  Weird.

It was 55° outside, at 07:30.  I opened things a bit more because of that, and am reaping the benefits.  The ceiling fan, once remembered, is proving an exceptional tool in... if not actually keeping it cool(?), definitely lending to a practically wonderful perception.  Now, 73° feels chill, 75° is partially tolerable, and 70° is that near cold I so desire.  It's not winter, but it's... what... the equivalent of 60° for an Iowa summer day?  I'd lay money on people feeling such.

Have a great day.  Get to church if it is open and not in obeisance to the filthy blm or antifa.  I tried a y.t. mass, but it was queerified and unGodly.  Convergence must provide much better funding than true Godliness.  Paid for by Soros and central banking.  Eventually they will just send in antifa to finish the job, as they did at the start of the USSR.  It won't be killing the church, that is in the hearts of the people now.  It will just be eliminating the enemies of the church who occupy the buildings.

Good but odd day.

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Music was handled.  It has been... troubling me, for some longish time.  I was hoping it would go away.  Like a cold, infection, pest, or other irritant.  It wouldn't cease.  No choice.  The response section was done nearly immediately, to be done with the bother, whole, once and... for the moment.  Cursed or blessed with what and how I see.  Whether I share or not, it will, has, always been there.

Medicine has been taken.  And, after scratching around, seeking all the old glucometers I could find, I hobbled one together that works with my tabs.  And?  395!  So... back on insulin.  I took my slow acting, once daily, immediately.  As well, I had a small keto meal, then took a max dose of fast acting.  I also did a blood pressure read.

Six days ago, bp was 220/134, pulse 98.  Three days ago, it was 185/122, pulse 102.  Today, it was 138/97, pulse 93.  It took a bit.  Another week and I add the extra 3.125mg tabs, twice a day.  Which is more than humans take daily.  That will put me at 31.25mg of the stuff... carvedilol.  Everything else is up to regular doses, no side effects with any of the rest of it.  Getting up to dose has been mostly painless this time.  If I am still rather crushed under the weight of the stuff.

As the afternoon passed, I started to feel... odd.  Ill?  First thing I do, when on insulin and feel off in any way, is to check blood sugar.  It felt like a low read, but how could it be!  It was.  It had dropped 316 points, to 79, in five hours.  If I suspect most of that drop was almost instantaneous there at the end.  I am almost sure of it.  Odd as that may be.  And I believe it would have kept going.  I took a glucose tab.  Fifteen minutes later, still feeling rough, perhaps worse, I took another.  Ten minutes later I was still horrible.  I decided to eat potato salad.  It is now 170.  High, but... I still have remnants of tunnel vision and other diabetic crash symptoms.  That is so very odd.

I may set the hutch up, and try to gets the ducks in?  Or... stay up for one more read, in a few hours, before messing with my fowl friends?  Yea.  But I will set up their water and open it up.  I wish to see if food, perhaps a small... tiny... dose of insulin with food as well... miight be prudent.  If it has gone up.  If it stayed the same, a touch of food, as well if it has dropped.  More food if it dropped much, but keto.  Later.

I certainly enjoy responses.

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As well, I have a few of my own.  Fair play, even if foul.  Fowl ball?  Bad bird?

I... almost... remember?

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So off.  But these have been coming together, as a slow but terrible storm over the whole of the central plains.  Maybe literally, and in sync with the physical realm?

I can't make full sense of it all.  Though, I will explain some things.  Do you honestly think God hates anyone, or anything?  Think on that deeply.

Lucifer?  I tell you, no.  Hate the sin, not the sinner.  For those, even if drawn to darkness, who... or which... at this point, can't choose good or evil, so aren't capable of grace or damnation, even these will only receive death.  As any animal.  Mostly.  Paul, I believe, Saint Paul if he may have had doubts about that, suggested there was possibility for even those.  Rare.

In any case, when Satan visited Jesus, in the desert, in order to tempt the Christ, do you think Jesus couldn't have cast him out?  Perhaps slain him?  I write "him", but could well have used the terms  "snake", "Lucifer", "her", "dragon", etc.  Those, some form, some once analogy... or synonym(?), all physical for a being of spirit with thoughts of her own.  Jesus could have outright denied her.  He didn't.  Not only did they speak, they travelled together a bit.  Why, if so antagonistic?  War, as men know it, is false, wrong, but the only way.  Same with peace.

Still awake.

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Sleep has been beckoning since 9:00.  At 13:00 I would love to sleep.  But there are a few items set to arrive.  I wish to stay up until they do.  The ducks are in the right place to be herded in early as well.  The trick is to not scare them while opening their pen.  If I can avoid that, odds are good.

A few pieces of ribs, a piece of chicken.  Some shared with the girls.  No work, but I have been crashing all morning.  I am hoping to get to some of it tonight and tomorrow.  Dishes, more laundry, a redo of the counters and stovetop, then the ones I haven't hit.  Maybe some work in the bathroom, and a shower.  Always plenty to do.

As soon as packages arrive, bedtime.  Good night.

3:30?

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Again, my area was 73°, while the rest of upstairs was 68°.  That really is unusual.  It is two nights running, a unique streak and as singulars.  It was 62° outside, and 73° downstairs.  It stayed around 75° well after dark tonight.  Something in the wind, which also persisted until late.  But why only three hours, pretty much exactly, down.  I need more sleep.  So tired.

I will tinker on machines, try to wake, become active.  If possible, a load or two of dishes.  If not, as I go back to bed, perhaps a load of laundry in, or at least folding.  In a worst-case scenario, back directly to bed as I fall.  It is a... reasonable night.  No pain.  I am just so TIRED!

Hopefully some of that cooling can be brought in.  It is so warm, or feels it.  For me, 73° is, usually, a bit too hot.  Tonight is typical in that way.  On the good side, I missed my last dose yesterday.  Not noticing I almost missed it all at about when starting dinner.  While I can start at 25 mg of carvedilol, usually, mostly, I am deathly afraid of double doses.  Won't kill me... so far... but it's like a severe beating with a baseball bat (from experience, if I ended up winning that one), mixed with the flu, on top of intermittent organ failure.  But, five to seven hours apart is easily safe.

I'll... see.  Later.

A late rise.

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Intentions.  The goal was to be to bed by noon, at the latest.  At this phase of medication titration, days are odd.  There are two wake periods and two sleep periods.  The length of any particular group can produe two or three "days" in a day.  As medication becomes normalizes, and as the world cools until it gets cold, those periods may end up going the other way... where my "day" actually consumes several actual days.  It makes planning, scheduling, almost impossible.

As it turns, I couldn't sleep until 15:00, 16:00?  Perhaps a wee later.  Exhaustion doesn't always allow for sleep.  I really don't understand.  Willpower, exhaustion, excitement, and other factors, can act exactly as supposed, or act opposite to their presentation.  Even caffeine can do oppositional action.  I am often too tired to sleep!

The alarm was set for both 18:00 and 19:00.  I almost didn't set the 19:00 alarm.  Poo-pooing that I wouldn't, couldn't, wake.  Almost.  Glad I did.  When the alarm sounded at 18:00, trying to... the world looked somewhere between Picasso and Dali.  Seriously. I knew I wasn't waking, or shortly.  I, very carefully, turned that alarm off... snooze partitions would have made it worse.  The 19:00 alarm remained.

I kept bumping awake, as if the snooze was active.  Finally, at 18:43, I surrendered... in part realizing food would also be late, if the Boss arrived at the earlier time.  I had beef ribs, but they need salted.  I prefer salting an hour before cooking.  Or, barring that option, salting right as they go in.  As was the case tonight.  However, cook time would be a bit shy.  Plus I had to boil eggs.  Ugh.

I got up, and to it.  But it looks like no Boss.  No supper.  I did cook the ribs short, but have the grill going for finishing.  As well, the eggs were done, then potato salad finished.  I'll have a few ribs tonight, put everything up, and attempt work when I wake.  The ducks did go in earlier again tonight!  That really makes life easier.

A strange night, again.

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Strange for different reasons.  I was very sleepy at bedtime, around 22:30?  At the latest.  With it being cool out, I just used fans upstairs, with the door to the downstairs open.  I woke at 02:30, but kept sleeping until 03:30.  It was 73° both times I woke, near me.  It was 68° on the other thermometer.  An unusually high difference.  It was 64° downstairs.

Thermal dynamics here is strange.  Though my contribution to that is strange too.

Sleep was good, but short.  I may be going back to bed shortly.  I couldn't work.  I did have two drumsticks.  Do you know how you know you did well with chicken?  If it isn't too salty while warm to hot nor too bland cold.  Without warming them up, they were quite good.

I will let the ducks out, close up shop, then go on to bed.  So tired.  The sun is up and out, if it is still cool.  I had hoped to get eggs boiled.  Later.  I may not be progressing quickly, but I am not falling too far behind.  I'll get back to it when possible.  Perhaps in a couple weeks, when medication settles and high summer ebbs?

I will do anything possible.  Maybe some things impossible?  Good night again?  Later, almost certainly.

Some serious chicken.

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Brined.  Drained.  Patted dry.  Seasoned with salt, fresh ground pepper, and an Italian blend... a light touch.  Fried in the oven... in a cast skillet, initially covered by a cast placket.  Never airtight, but allowing drippings to baste, the placket removed for the last 15 minutes of a 40 minute, at 425° F, cooktime and temp.

Oh, quite as good of chicken as I have ever made.  Potato salad?  So far only so-so.  The eggs I boiled came out soft, as in runny, yolked.  While truly delicious, not right for potato salad.  As well, too much mustard, though with an half to whole pound of eggs 'missing', it would have too much.

The good news is that I  have time to boil more eggs, correctly.  Each way I try to boil eggs can take vastly different times.  This method, I think, will take eleven minutes.  But, tomorrow.  Everything will be put up.  As it turns out, while it rained lightly today, it may rain very heavily tonight, so no supper company.

I must have slept wrong.  Both of my arms were asleep this morning, and are just starting to feel better.  The odd thing was, I was awake often through the night and morning, until the final awakening.  I never sensed a problem, usually do (if there isn't always I can do that changes the outcome).  Ugh.  First they woke slowly, then they ached, now they are beginning to not hurt.  Mostly.

I am so tired.  I did get the second load of laundry set.  A trim and shower were enjoyed, and dishes set for a soak.  Plus food made.  I have a few items to store and refrigerate.  Tomorrow will be easy.  I think I left my phone in a friend's truck?  I have no way to contact him, currently.  Bleh.

I was about to say, " Later".  But, after putting food up, I believe it to be bedtime.  So, good night.  Sleep well.

An odd day and weird events.

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It was 70°, read at both thermometers, upstairs.  Unusual.  Usually two degrees difference.  And with both ac's running?  It was 70° downstairs, but is up to 72° after the machine was on for a few hours.  And, just checking outside, it is 72° and a bit humid?  Yes.  A rather peculiar occurance in these parts, especially at this temp and being high summer.  It must be something from the south?  Remember, it is usually 86° for cool days in July.  So 72° is... nearly miraculous.  And a whole day of overcast?  Rare even in August.

While refreshing water for the ducks, I realized they were in place to possibly be herded in to the pen.  So, after finishing that task, I left their hutch doors open and reentered the side back door.  Then I emerged out the front door, so as to put them between myself and their hutch.  I gently, distantly, let them know I was there.  Slowly I approached, guiding them into the hutch the way you steer on snow?  I think so.  In they went.  I don't usually feed them at night, but there wasn't much left, I wished to encourage good behavior, and they are leaving the hutch well in the morning without food draw now anyway.  So, perhaps in the future?  Or just on overcast days?  Perhaps I can get them in earlier.

Oh?  Whoever borrowed feed has replaced it.  I'll not complain about that going forward.  Though, if I might?  I would suggest just borrowing a bag.  I usually keep two extra.  It would be easier.  Though I still much prefer a request.  Still, wanted to let you know that I noticed.  And payment, in full and then some, is appreciated.  Just ask next time.  Or leave a note.  I don't even need to know who.  I work on a relaxed system... as long as repayment is made.

I slept after the last post.  Down around 15:00ish.  I set the alarm for 18:00, but hoped to be up before that.  I think it was shortly after 16:00 when I woke.  With ducks tended quickly, and nearly immediately for some unknown reason, I then emptied the dishes in prep for a shower and then to reset those.  Too tired to then shower, I took a break to rest and post.

Next, I'll check laundry.  If the first load is dry, I'll pull clothes for a shower, set the next load drying, but am done with laundry, other than completely drying and perhaps folding those clothes, for today.  I hate having my panties in a bunch!  ;p  Otherwise I will reset laundry drying.  I am really looking forward to getting the clothesline up.  While I won't put everything out... think underwear... I will put much out.  It isn't a real money savings, definitely not a time savings, it is just fresher clothing?  Or just the idea... ideal?  Meh.  I don't know.

A shower, then setting up dishes for a fresh soak, and then supper preps.  Chicken drumsticks, leftover brots, and potato salad for the boss, mostly.  Potatos were boiled earlier.  I best boil eggs and brine the chicken.  You know, bbq sauce improves even chicken.

I have been tracking my work.  Trying to increase work times.  But with being off medicine was crippling me, then getting back on meds have pummeled me, as much as it might sound, about eight hours a week is as much as possible.  As little as three hours one recent week.  And that includes food, showering, laundry, dishes, and pets... everything most people don't even count?  *shrug*  I'll keep at it.  I need to find or replace my glucometer.  I just wish amazon got back to two day delivery.  Later.

As the day passes...

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At a quarter after ten, it is 62° outdoors.  It is 70° in the main while 66° in the front room.  I just shut everything down so as to take a nap.  The ducks were let out, a baked potato for breakfast, and a load from the wash to the dryer, on a final spin, and another load into the washer.  A start.  As well, potatos boiled for potato salad today or tomorrow.

It did rain.  According to sidewalks.  The driveway didn't look as if it had rained, but the sidewalks were conclusive.  Just when I can't say.  Odd how some places really show it while others don't.  Not even all sidewalks show it.  And it looks to have been a reasonable rain.

I have been back on heart medicine for a week and a day.  I had been on insulin, but my blood sugar meter has gone missing.  I'll look again, again, again when I wake.  Too cold?  Yea.  So tired from that.  A nap, then to dishes and a shower, back to laundry, and more when I wake.  Good day.

A prayer.

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After speaking with my mother, I promised a prayer.  Rain.  It was suggested they sorely need rain.  Actually, we haven't received rain in some time either.  Still, in mind... July?  Rain is quite rare.  Not my problem.  So, I prayed.  A very simple quiet prayer.  Leaving it at that, I went about my day.

Now, I am not certain it has, or will, rain here... or anywhere.  Still, it is cloudy as if rain were possible this morning.  I am at least enjoying the cool of the day.  Will it rain here or there?  At His leisure, should He offer it.  Still, just this is quite a gift, for as long as lasts.  Amen.  No, it's never the one who prays...

I am hoping to use the cool to work.  Dishes, laundry, a shower, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning parts of the kitchen... perhaps other things.  Or... not.  I am hoping to work, but not really going to push.  I have chicken drumsticks thawed.  This time I will brine them before cooking.  I didn't last time.  They were a bit too bland.

I'll let the ducks out a bit later.  Hmm, but I will get laundry started.  I best gather all.  Then set a timer to feed the cats and start dishes?  It is hoped.  A shower then rinsing dishes, to be done after another break.  I... will try.  Have a great day.  Oh, it is wonderfully cool.  Later.

Sleep is good, if off.

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I had to sleep at 18:00, almost exactly.  I wanted to stay awake until I could put the ducks in, I couldn't stay awake.  I set the alarm and was able to get up and out in time.  Waking a few hours into sleep is a tricky thing, especially after a long day and fairly heavy work, compared to recent norms.  I wish I could get them to go in earlier.  Without a bird dog, they won't go and I can't round them up.  Bushes are too thick.

Back to bed, again, after putting them up.  Sleep until a bit after one.  I tried to sleep longer.  Made it to two.  A bit of online reading, a meal, and it looks like bedtime is returning at closing in on four.  A very cool night.  It sure seems it.  Good night, again.

Oh, a very good finale.

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A sunch was served, lupper?  Satisfactory.  I... was not satisfied.  The spices were a bit bland.  The heat was there, little more.  But, with lettuce, onions, tomato, and raw fresh sour cream?  Oh, the rest carried my minor flaw over the line.  The boss was happy enough.  I will practice.

And... a sort of food dare was finally completed.  Pig brains, in a can.  We both sampled.  This has been on the books for a long time.  Taste?  Not bad, if it smelled like wet canned cat food.  It was the texture.  Somewhere between chalky and meally, with a spam taste, and cat food smell.  Will not be a daily.  Would like to try fresh.

We made it without a gag, if he almost lost it.  I just laughed, if I had advice.  Of course I did!  I suggested he let his mind go blank, like when a woman talks at you.  Works with wonky food too.  Too late I realized he... doesn't have the skill, or see the need.  I think he... well... he will sort this out.  No offense ladies, it's... well... we have to defend ourselves.

As well, a newer machine was made operational.  Then the internet was set up.  As well, the password was found.  I should have an easier time with access, probably.  Ugh, but that front room is blazing.  I may have to figure out a way to get Internet upstairs.  Hmm, if the rig is wi-fi...

We also attempted to check a dead socket.  Definitely dead.  The way to it is... difficult.  May have to get estimates and go from there.  Quite a day, with and without help.  A nap is needed.  Later.

What a day!

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I think I have been awake for much of the night.  Think.  I think I woke sometime early morning?  Initially I could do nothing.  The duck pool was washed out and set up.  Running water is a rarity, but they got it today.  Fresh food today, as well.  They don't always finish their food.  Lately, every day.  I'll feed them as they will eat.

Then I had to sit.  I almost wondered about going on back to bed.  It wasn't that kind of tired.  After a bit, I collected dishes, put them in to soak, washed a bunch of mason jars... set them to soak leastwhile.  Then started on a couple of counter tops and the stove top.

Bit by bit I have taken bigger and smaller bites of chores.  Those counters, the stove top, and the cast have been cleared, cleaned, and seasoned as necessary.  As well, the bigger group of dishes was washed, then I got in for a shower, and finally everything was put back for a final wash soak.

Then, thinking I might be having lunch company, I got taco meat going.  Not sure company will be arriving.  All good.  I will have a taco salad, a glass of milk, and... I think that will be it.  Avocado?  Uhmm, yum.  I do like those.  Then?  A nap.  Blood sugar, without anything today, at 12:36, was 67.  At around 09:30, it had been 263?  Yes, but maybe I did dose?  And am using a new vial, with refills said to be arriving shortly?  I was almost sure I didn't.  Work and heat can do funny things to the read.

I'm just not sure.  Heart medicine, initially, hurts diabetes.  Once some envelope is extended beyond, it helps.  There are a lot of variables in play.  I caught it, by feel, and managed it.  And I will be eating soon.  All good.  Still, it really can startle.  That taco meat smells quite good.  Later.

She is a sweet girl.

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She doesn't always seem it.  She doesn't always want to be.  She is anyway.

A strange little horrible place in life.

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Too hot?  Too cold?  Same temperature, sometimes the same time!  Reminds me of women, as a general notion... if half the reason why I like them, strangely.

Strangely?  An echo or a grin, smile?  Strangely indeed.

So strange.  I am needing so much sleep.  I get it, but feel the need for more, but pain, the cold, heat, or mix doesn't allow for it.  What woke me most recently was a mixture of being too hot and too cold all at once.  Such a strange thing.  My feet were absolutely frigid, at 70°.  While my torso up was just too hot.  Obviously at the same temperature.  Definitely a female thing.  I wonder if women can cast curses?

I called my mother yesterday.  No response.  I will call when, if, I can reclaim function.  I am only awake to settle whatever was wrong.  I'm not actually functionally awake.  I am merely dealing with some biological oddity.  My mind wants to be sleeping in spite of nearly days down with very little uptime.  Hmm... maybe the cot would do.  It is 75° down here.  I am hoping it is 70° upstairs.  I would like it cooler, but... the heat out there just doesn't allow that.

Medicine.  But it could be, probably will get, worse.  I could easily spend two weeks to two months in my virtual coffin.  I'm always a little surprised when I start medicine full blast that something doesn't break, snap, give.  Or... maybe it does.  As mentioned, I don't die well, or even stay dead when I... get lucky.  Lucky... means different things to different people.

I'll keep at it, generally.  If getting a nap, or another 18 hours down, may well be a part of keeping at it.  Hmm, best set an alarm, so as to let the gigglers in.  Good night.

Blood sugar.

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A reasonable dose with dinner.  Actually excessive.  A snack since.  Half an ounce of pumpkin seeds.  No sweetener in my tea.  A thirty six point drop, to 216.  It just isn't working with me.  In time.

Not as bad a day as it started.  But a lot of things hurt.  As well, hungry.  All I did with the light snack was keep the fiercest portion of hunger slightly fed.  Not much of a supper either.  If more because I was, am, too tired to cook more.  With such high blood sugar, I don't care.  Call it unintentional intermittent fasting.

I tried to place an online order at my grocery store.  It wouldn't take my phone number correctly.  If I typed, as an example, 854, as I was inputting 4, everything would shift to, say, 548 or 458.  I tried this and that, but there wasn't a way.  So I signed off the phone and tried my other system.  Now it isn't, again, accepting my password.  China's social credit system is active in America, if with complete deniability.

I was able to comparison shop.  I was able to find same brand at mostly the same prices.  I came out ahead on the bulk but same brand bigger paper plates.  Those were so much cheaper that it made the extra dollars and cents higher on else get lost.  Plus, no curbside pickup.  It will take half a week to get here though.

I meant to sleep earlier.  Tried to get it cooler, so as to shut it all down.  Nope.  It is stuck at 73°, with everything open and two fans spinning.  It is 52° outside.  Oh well.  Might as well stay up to let the ducks out.  Oh, I texted about hens... not for a long while.  Oh well.  Later.

It is medicine that does that.

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Not the sleep, or any more than being off medicine, large fast weather changes, extreme weather, other larger (or a large collection of) stress(es), general health failure, or simple powerful (or smaller muliple complex) pain.  Other things?  Combos, boss!  Yea.  Though, currently, restarting medication is part of it, as are 90° plus days.

What pills do is hurt my innards.  It feels like a mule clipped my belly and a lower rib.  Bruised, some bloat, gassy, and angry in there.  It hurts in varied, intense ways.  I would go back to sleep, but I can't.  I've spent that painkiller, if without choice.  I kept crashing, due to heat and diabetes.

I have been eating lightly and more rightly, plus dosing insulin, but that doesn't seem to be helping.  A true fasting, after a very good light keto meal and dose, has blood sugar at 219.  That was after five hours of not eating beforehand.  I do think going on or off medicine causes diabetes problems as well.  It might explain the stomach, organ, pains.  Perhaps medicine messes things up in the short run, by denying blood flow.  I really think so.

I am avoiding even keto sweetener.  As much as possible.  It can exacerbate diabetes when it is being difficult.  But I need it, to get enough fluid in with the heat, and to balance the water pills.  It's complicated.  I will eat the last of the taco meat shortly, as a salad, then make a new batch.  Maybe food will help.  Aspirin too.  Later.

Someone reminded me...

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I doubt I could find, or afford, this filler.  But... a super good choice.  I have had it a number of times.  If I can't afford the meat, I really couldn't afford dining out with that as an entree or side.  First, everything is more expensive out, then these dishes are only served at mid to high tier restaurants, and that assumes such a restaurant could be found open.  I wouldn't trust that as pickup.

The keto bread replacement of choice?

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I keep looking.  But mostly just looking.  I need to start making decisions, trying the recipes, as well as adding things that might help.  Xantham gum and psyllium husk... the latter whole, ground, or powdered, as well as other ingredients or ratios.  No spice or cheese, unless that is a base component... usually mozzarella and or cream cheese.  At least, keep it plain until after a good bread, bun, or such, has been created.  Then cheese breads, corn breads, and such, can be developed.

Sleep won.

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I was fighting it.  Another hour up, I was so sure.  I feared I wouldn't be able to wake in time to shut everything down.  I... can't remember what I was thinking when I went to bed, only that I somehow thought I wouldn't fall asleep.  Yea, that... I must have been way out of it.

I crashed so hard!  But, I did resist for an hour.  I woke about an half hour ago.  Down around... before 02:00, up a bit before 05:00.  Strange.  I thought I was done for a long time.  I don't know what woke me.  It is 70° both upstairs and in the main downstairs.  It is about 54° outside.  I adjusted fans in an attempt to accelerate cooling, but am beginning to believe the new way was a mistake?

It has warmed a few degrees since the change.  But myself and the machines add extra heat to the place.  Perhaps this is maximum cooling under the conditions?  I'll check everything, give it to six, reset if it remains warmer.  I almost suspect this is, pretty much, as cool as it gets for the night.

A nap, after letting the ducks out, hopefully.  Then perhaps a shower and some clearing and cleaning.  Sleeping when the heat gets rough, or gets to me.  Sometimes 70° is fine, sometimes it seems like a furnace.  Food shortly.  Fasting blood sugar is 144.  Though, by time, is it actually fasting?  I thought I tested before my last meal, that was around 11:30, and the device matches the clock.  But... wasn't I awake later?  Yes.  But, what time was my last meal?

Morning meds, breakfast, and insulin.  Then I will see about anything else.  A strange life.  Later.

A late keto taco themed meal.

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Yes, very much keto.  Keto isn't bad.  It is labor and time intensive.  The only real way to eat keto is to cook pretty much from scratch, being very cautious about ingredients, and the mass of ingredients by total comparative to the other ingredients volume and in total.  Plus, figuring out which items really are ketogenic, which forms of whichever food are more and less ketogenic.  As an example, dried onion granules are more keto friendly, but don't work in tacos... unless you remember to add them when frying the meat.

But, everything is a tradeoff.  Money, time, cost efficacy, flavor, texture, and many more, all vying for a spot.  Add in flawed preferences tastes that have been developed through life.  And simple preferences.  Trying to beat that into keto shape will take time.  One of my greatest difficulties is my hunger for different.  I need to focus on very simple templates, recipes.  When those are nailed, THEN figure out keto additives or other changes so as to satisfy my wants.  Needs first.

Oh, I am finding that processed, premade, keto foods really aren't good.  Lies or something lost in translation matters not.  That they don't work to help diabetes, or maintain ketosis is the real issue.  You can't really buy your way to ketosis unless you can afford a cook or chef with good intentions and at least half a brain.

Tonight, I started with two cheese shelled tacos.  Quite good but very high in fat and calories.  So, when still hungry, I settled for a taco salad.  No cheese, just meat, lettuce, onions, etc.  Just as delicious, probably half the calories, if not as easy or typically mannered to eat.  I want to get the shells down, but will mostly being just doing taco salads.

I took insuin.  Blood sugar has been oddly high today.  I am hoping food logging will help make more sense of that, as I begin.  We will see.  Anyway.  Everything is back on course.  Three days of taking all medicine, for sure, and on time.  It'll get there.  Dinner was delicious.  And felt right.  I am relearning ho to eat.

At 01:17, it is up to 74° indoors, downstairs.  I forgot to open the cave up.  As I was getting the chilling started, I checked outdoors.  It was down to 62°.  It will cool a lot more.  Hot days are much more tolerable with cool nights.  I ought to open the upstairs as well.  I'll give it all an hour before shutting some or all down, then sleeping.

I would get back to bed now.  I want to get it cooler, so as to shut things down... as much as possible.  If I can get it all to 66° or less, I can shut it all down, so not need to go downstairs until I am definitely waking.  It is so much better to not have to wake twice, or suffer the extreme heat if I miss.  It is worth the small sacrifice risk.

Ah, tomorrow... I need to ask about more duck hens.  If available, perhaps go pick them up.  I won't return the extra drakes.  They will be my first culls.  And I am excited for their sacrifice.  Oh, yes, more hens.  They put out a lot of chicks.  But, hen or drake, all can be eaten.

Good night.

Meds ordered, doc appointment made.

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Fried, pseudo napping for a few hours.  Remembered meds, so ordered those.  Then back to near-napping.  I didn't dare let go.  I would have fallen.  I may have to go in anyway.  Subdermal?  Subcutaneous?  An infection below the skin, actually above both ankles... I had thought just one before today and looking more closely.

Wasn't happy about having gone off medicine.  I should explain why.  If I doubt they will understand.  Or, the additional part.  Meds are doing nothing but barely keeping me alive, at great cost and pain.  If it weren't for some additional hope for keto, with the addition of the food logger, I... wouldn't have started back up.

After those things, I crashed so hard I... actually had to fight through the heat exhaustion to get back to a place in which I could sleep.  But when I did, I slept as absolutely as I can.  I woke just in time to let the ducks in.  Sometimes the penguin girl isn't with them.  One night both of the new hens were gone.  I found them in the post hole...  thankfully.  I look around well if one is missing.

My hearing is what allowed me to find them that time.  I had thought my directional hearing was shot.  Apparently not.

Tacos tonight.  Cheese shells, sour cream, spiced burger, some onion and tomato, maybe avocado or guacamole... if the avocado is ready.  No extra cheese needed.  Work tonight?  Not really possible, probably.  I burned out today.  No loud pains, but no energy.  Tomorrow, I hope.  Digging in where possible.  I want the kitchen and bathroom back to a better trim.

Amazingly, it is 72° downstairs.  It was 71° to 68° upstairs.  It, at 22:16, is just hitting 70° outside.  I'll bet it got a bit hotter out there.  I went looking for today's high but it wasn't listed on the sites which got the current temperature correct.  I didn't bother with sites which padded the readings by eight to ten degrees.  Those are only in business because of corrupt bureaucracy and academia... but I repeat myself at this point.

Some of that is pro-Chines versus pro-Russian versus Pro-American propaganda, though because of their varied goals, which is lying or truthing on any specific topic or data set is difficult to know.  "Our" intelligence is often anti-American, perhaps so as to outsource labor so the ultra rich can get richer, etc.  It gets... much more convoluted from there.  But most of "our" government is strongly anti-American.

Yea.  But it was a successful day.  I may get the preferred food blogger up and running tonight.  And begin figuring it out for use soon.  I don't know if that will work.  But being forced to see choices and consequences... to understand through knowledge?  I think that could be a powerful tool.  Whether I can manage lower carbs and lower chalories?  I will know soon.

I will try beyond failure.  I will push and shove.  I will give it even a year of even perpetual failure, if need be.  The goal isn't failure, merely that might be the result.  Absolute and honest food tracking is the goal.  THEN working on controls and limits.  That is the phase where weight loss may happen.  It may take a lot of time and much failure.  I believe it is worth ego hits and else.

That is the suffering and endurance phase.  My goal, initial goal, is 240.  After that?  Perhaps maintenance.  Perhaps on to 220.  Or maintenance and back to swimming... which would be weight loss, as muscle weighs more than fat, so as muscle was gained, to maintain weight fat would have to be lost.  Thoughts, considerations, goals, hopes, plans.  Later.

A lot done.

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Faxes sent, for disabled parking and drivers license, a new phone sought.  Verizon doesn't carry phones which allow battery removal.  Amazon suggested they did.  It would have been easier through the store, but the store gets government gimmies worth enough to lose sales to clients.  They work for the governments... Chinese, US, European, but no government wants it's people getting what we want.  For now there are other sellers.

The bank had my new card.  A quick and easy task.  It started out about 70°.  After a few side runs, it was 74° as we hit Logan.  A stop at stores that were next door neighbors.  Me for spices.  It hit 81° about then.  Then here and there.  Probably as we were leaving, definitely by our return, it was 92°.  It was early afternoon.  It may get hotter yet.

I am absolutely spent.  I do have a telephone doctor appointment soon.  But I'll be upstairs in the ac until then.  And will nap after.  It was 70°, inside, downstairs when I returned.  It's almost to 73° because of the heat I dragged in.  If I turn everything off, and cool in ac upstairs, it will improve down here.

Absolutely fried.  Later.

A better morning.

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A real morning.  I was up at 07:00, perhaps half after.  Initially only to close the cave and switch to ac.  Then I decided it would be possible and prudent to let the ducks out.  Finally, the morning felt right, so I decided to stay awake.  Medicine, for going on the third day.  I'll get a bite and isulin shortly.  A shower last night, so... good for today if events make that too complicated.

I did fry burger, and season it for tacos.  As well, I diced onion and tomato, plus tried several cheeses for taco shells.  Everything was rightly stored and reefered.  That'll... the shells... take practice.  They are vastly better than the first batches, but aren't quite crunchy, or not all of them.  I'll get there.  As well, I found the paperwork to be faxed, and the number to which it needs to be sent.  I had almost thought the latter lost... if that would have been an easy fix.  Still...

Yes.  A good start.  A fasting blood sugar at 173, two days back on insulin, and shortly after going so far off the keto and diabetes reservation I was thinking I was almost to Vegas.  It was nearly 300 fasting recently.  I'd best be very light with dosing, and keep carb tabs with... which is part of my e d carry items.

Today?  Tacos, sometime.  A call for a resupply of medicine.  A fax sent.  Perhaps a wee bit of shopping.  Maybe a new phone.  And...  oh, a tele appointment with the doc later.  Perhaps the last pole, for the clothes line, and then that finished?  Always more to do than I have time, energy, and or focus.  But... it's... going.  Later.

Blue to the bone?

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Believe as you wish.  You always have.

Horrible.

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I can't call it the worst in recent history.  It equals the worst of days.  But the feeling persists.  I am guessing one of four problems, possibly a bitof all.

I have been able to slightly, probably temporarily, shift my schedule.  That allowed me to contact the driver license extension office, which offered an extra month to get paperwork in.  Well, and the ducks were let out today.  That wouldn't have happened otherwise.  So brutal.

The continuing heat, mild as it is, plus pushing to be awake in it, and all the extra light, is definitely killing me.  Yea, light sensitive, especially with the heat and so many hours of it.  I am drowning in it.  Even in my shaded, thick-walled, relatively cool fortress, my eyes are slitted as if I was on the brightest desert plain.  It's only 73° inside.  Being 90° outside, this home really is an oasis, especially since all I am using downstairs is night cooling and two fans.  Still it was getting to me sleeping nights.  Doing days is tripling the effect.

The final probable issue is restarting medication.  Blood  sugar was 140 this "morning", but that morning has been my 'sleeping midnight' until today, so it's off.  It was up to 278 after a very keto, if large and without insulin, breakfast of tacos.  I had a glass of milk and insulin just now, after a 'nap'.

Oh, keto tacos?  Go light on onions and tomatos, and use cheese taco shells.  As to the cheese taco shells?  I just wasn't getting it right.  So, I went back to youtube and sought a more detailed video.  And I found one... if my eyes kept... dogging south.  I'm tired.  Can't always focus, not even both of them.  Whought?  N.Mind.

Oddly, it's women who don't flash their bling who catch my attention?  Yea, but... why?  Oh, who cares.  As long as I can be civil, or escape.  Telling you, I'm a sucker for demure.

May need another nap.  First a call.  If I can't cook, I'll offer an option.  I might not be good for much, but I refuse to be good for nothing.  I'll leave that for the dindus.

Later.

Fighting to wake.

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Calls to make.  Important.  Time sensitive.

I didn't sleep until 07:30.  I kept waking, but being unable to shake real sleep, calls weren't placed until late.  Successful calls, at least.  Not all of them, timed out.  An appointment with my doctor... just over the phone... set up.  A fax to send the driver license doctor sheet.  And that a disability parking permit is issued by doctors, so to bring that up in the appointment.

Two more calls tomorrow.  One to reorder meds, one to let the mvd, or whomsoever, know I have an upcoming appointment, so ask for an extension.  Had to have an appointment so as to know how much time to request.  As well, I need to start looking for a lawyer... for the ssd claim.  I am having a very difficult time waking early, or sleeping earlier.  Stuck.  Will keep at it.

Tacos, tomorrow.  Will try getting much of it done tonight.  While dicing onions and tomatos, frying burger, and anything else, I also plan to make keto shells, and try them, with the fixings.  Two use various cheeses, one uses a mix of keto flour, cream cheese, and cauliflower.  I have given up on cauliflower... it's too much fuss, one way or the other.

The kitchen and bathroom really need hit.  I just can't wake and get going.  I'll... keep trying.  Bleh.  I may need a nap.  Funny thing?  I am losing a lot of size.  I am back down to the second to the last notch on my belt again.  Usually.  Water can bloat quickly, once in a while.  So tired already, again.  I'll wait until the ducks go in, then crash... if still able.  Later.

A few more.

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Difficult.

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Then it got better.

Waking up was brutal.  I attempted to wake several times.  Not sure when I went to bed, around sunup.  I couldn't wake until 16:00, give or take an half hour.  I had shopping, and banking, and more to do.  The "more" was impossible, too late.  The banking and shopping were possible.  One required the other, potentially.  I wasn't sure if the store would accept a check.

A shower, then a call to the bank.  Yes, if I rushed it would be open.  So tired.  I made it. Then to the grocery store.  I spent time looking for a mask, in case they were required.  Not required.  Too confining.  But if required for needs...  Everything wanted except aluminum free baking soda and... cucumbers.  The cucumbers offered were rough.  Oh, and I went with shredded lettuce, as romaine heads were rough and expensive by mass.  Summer can complicate produce procurement.

Then to get home in time.  I returned by 19:00, but so tired I couldn't cook.  Dinner was, eventually, sorted.  So tired.  Not much done, but too warm and running, as fast as possible, since my morning.  As the night went on, improvement.  Hoping to chill well, then be to bed much earlier.

I have rather important things to do tomorrow, and they have to be completed earlier, preferably before noon thirty.  Four calls, as well, perhaps, faxes sent.  As well, the ducks weren't let out today.  I don't mind that rarely, but prefer that not be too frequent.  They were fed and water was checked, just... I was up to late, moving too slowly, and I wasn't sure about getting them in later.

It was hitting 55° an hour or two ago.  Last night it got down to 45°!  Quite cool for a high summer low.  And the highest I saw it today was 82°.  Though it could have cooled off before I saw it later in the afternoon.  Even so, this is a very cool high summer so far.

Good night, I hope.  Godspeed and His blessings.

Well, maybe.

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The songs filtering through... it is amazing.  Songs not seen for... years?  Aye.

An okay day.

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Oh, the lost duckling did return.  Must be a she, so tiny.  And she "dresses" as a penguin!  Anyway, that is the good news.

Oh, I found electrolyte powder.  Four doses the first day, a dose a day for a while.

I will set medicine back up tonight.  Including potassium replacement.  The V.A. was down for a while.  I was saving the meds until I felt a pressing need.  I will call tomorrow, see if refills are available, and attempt an appointment for primary and the dentist... hopefully before the next shutdown.

Later.

Such odd notions.

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Awake and doing well!

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I don't remember when I went to bed.  It was enough after sunup to let the quackles out.  No sign of the little one.  I checked through the night as well.  Hopefully she holed up somewhere and could stay warm enough.  I will know tonight, when they go in.  If alive and well, she will almost certainly be with the others.  Losses will happen.

I think excess fluid removal, mostly, helped.  I do need to sort electrolyte replacement, mineral replacement, and salt replacement.  Though salt may act as a temporary electrolyte and mineral replacement?  Still, do need salt too.  Everything and the kitchen sink went with the flood.  But the water was killing me.  I do notice, being low on salt, minerals, and probably more electrolytes, I am much more susceptible to the heat and even mild exercise.  As well, muscle cramps can be murder.

Good night, and morning.

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A few... thoughts.  Haunts.

Food thoughts.

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I wanted to try a smash burger tonight.  I also wanted to try a keto bun.  So I did.  I had to do some washing, and a bit of cast iron conditioning.  The skillet and the placket.  The water draining from last night, and having a duckling stuck out, refusing to go in, with both myself and a mothering hen trying to get her in, many times, left me... well... drained, in every way.  So, just the two pieces and a steel spatula were cleaned.

I did season the cast, several times.  Not a fresh seasoning, merely a refreshening, if twice.  Trying to build a better base.  Either the burgers... sliders is what we used to call what I made... were too large, or the skillet was too small.  I can easily make smaller burgers, as this was large even for my thinking.

Smashed very thin, allowed to crust, flipped and allowed to crust, cheese put on one, the other flipped on top, then both flipped again.  Onion slices, condiments, and that keto bun.  I bet the patties could be half cooked in advance... say a few days.  Then heated to cook the raw side, cheesed, flipped after the cheese is melted, and quickly set out on whatever, a bun, keto bun, or lettuce wrap.

The keto bun I tried... I had to revise the recipe on the fly.  Even I know when something is far too thin.  It might have set, eventually, but as an egg loaf, not an almond flour bread.  I had to quadruple the almond flour.  But... that worked.  The bun was too crumbly, if that was a monster double slider with a giant's fistful of cheese smack in the middle.  I am not certain any bun would have done well, perhaps a kaiser?

As well, it tasted more like cornbread?  Okay, not tasted, but the texture was definitely that of cornbread... rather soft cornbread.  No complaint, just notes.  With a few tricks, this will easily be fashioned into a keto cornbread.  Hamburger bun?  I have my doubts.  It may require coconut flour, and or oat fiber (or some such), maybe phylum husk... something somethings.

I then tried a grilled cheese with the last two slices.  It... missed.  Not a terrible thing.  Just... not there, not right, yet easily edible.  It filled the hunger inoffensively, if just.  Everything I did tonight has promise.  Everything will need tweaked, changed as to ingredients, size, and or purpose, but it is a start.

Further, after a bit more research, against my paranoia, I decided to obtain a food logger app.  Actually I grabbed two.  I then decided to activate a specific one, but remembered...  Oh, I didn't tell you.  My bank overcharged a check, thankfully not to overdraft status... this time... but still... AND cancelled my debit card.  They, when I called, they had not informed me in any way before cancelling, told me why.  It seems they suddenly found my card number up for sale on the black market.  Anyway, so no activation until that works.

I really can't be sure if that is an employee at the bank, or the upper echelon at the bank stomping on peons.  Some of it is certainly bank level.  I am more suspicious of the upper echelon, as an employee would eventually... quickly... be caught... unless it's private policy and that employee had cover from above.  Think Romney.  Too many incidents, too often, over four or five months now.  But the credit card might be youtube.  I signed up for a free month...

I was dubious.  They are monstrously woke.  Still...  Things seemed okay.  But then I noted they weren't allowing refresh.  No new songs.  So I searched for an older song I liked, by a white European group.  The search turned up nothing but darkies, having nothing to do with the search.  It took a bit, deciding what to do, figuring out how to do it, then doing it.  That, if I had to bet, was the debit card problem.

I quit.  No reason telling them why, they know.  I guess they neither need nor want paying customers.  I doubt if their bosses care.  Paid to spit out propaganda by state level actors, even if the little antifas and bl(don't)m thugs aren't told.  Useful idiots of the deepstate US government.  All, actually, are on the same side, mind you.  It's just that none of them like it.

A few things.

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Fresh hay, cleaned water troughs and fresh water for the ducks.  I need to build a duck tractor, get the little ones in that.  Then clean the hutch out again.  For now, adding fresh hay is as good as it gets.  I open up the hutch by later afternoon.  Then check every few hours.  They actually prefer to be in well before dusk.  I am learning.  If I can't be awake by dark, it is best to not let them out until I can be.  A few miles down any country road will show enough predatory critters to let one know that night is terribly dangerous for birds.

The cats have been fed and treated.  I have to clear litter soon.  Ugh.

A call to my mother.  She sounds good.  No major events.  A visit to the doctor for a standard checkup.  I forgot to ask about her garden.  They had a storm that threatened to wipe it out, nearly did.  Last time we spoke it was possibly in recovery.  Just talking, now is good.  I try to keep it on side issues, but one or the other of us ends on a rant.  Though we recover more quickly these days.

In and out a few times burned me out a bit.  But coming back in helps.  I am waiting for it to cool enough to open up, to take a nap.  I may just go down for a bit sooner, as I am crashing too fast to last.  Perhaps setting the alarm, hoping it would get me up in time.  Oh, but not until the ducks are penned.  I cleaned out the pee jugs, so will be ready if more has to go.

If a nap is enough, perhaps I could get to work as the night cools the house.  I am close to... catching up.  I keep falling just short of... almost... starting.  Food might help, but that requires tasks and objects a bit down the pile and list.  So hungry.  I'll do what I can, when I can.  Later.

A tough start.

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Not a painful one, this time.  It was just very difficult to get up and going.  Not until 14:45 was I able to wake, and weakly, after going down around 04:45.  I was able to wake about a quarter to seven, to close the cave down.  Back to bed without any doubts.  It is a good thing I did shut it down, it is 90° out there now, was already warming quickly by then, and even so is up to 72° downstairs, starting off.  I may be better served shutting down at bedtime from now on.

Oh, and... while my feet weren't swollen, I suspected I was retaining fluid.  Just... an odd thing one begins to suspect from enough experience.  Never can be sure, but... it fits.  My best trial tool is extra water pills (they make you go pee).  And, so it went.  A typical higher dose.

I prefer the extra dose in the morning, but will take it as soon as I sense a problem.  As is, that was last night, a bit before bedtime.  I even went twice before sleep, as well when I was up closing windows.  So, probably a liter or two, unmeasured.  However, my pee jugs have measures on them.  And, just in those, I peed seven and a half liters?  Oh my.  But yes.  I completely filled a 3 liter, two 2 liter, and then a liter of another 3 liter container.

On the good side, I see why my weight had been stuck.  Am now to 267.  Roughly, but... that would be four, maybe pushing five gallons with the unmeasured but probable volumes.  Lets say four, and water weighs about eight pounds a gallon.  So... I just "lost" ~32 pounds?  At five that would be be 40 pounds!  Yeah.  Wow.  I feel better, but a bit odd and different.

Ducks are out, a timer was set to feed the girls, the upstairs is on ac in case I need a crash nap, and I may.  Some food... meat... is thawed, would like to begin experimenting with smash burgers.  Plus test the coleslaw.  All the list remains of things to do.  Perhaps, with four or five gallons out, I have a better chance.  Wow.

Later.

Coleslaw.

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Very fast to put together, especially with a ready made sauce.  However this particular cabbage was extremely dense and bitter.  I usually get medium to light heads, sort of by volume feel.  I couldn't remember why.  Now I know.  As well, the sauce for it had sugar added.  While I aim at lower carbs, I demand zero added sugars.

19:30?

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Not only tired, cold.  I kept waking, having to add or adjust blankets.  I couldn't always check the thermometer... too cold and achy tired to roll and reach that far.  I checked twice, of the many times it was considered.  It always read 70°, if I still wanted to check every time I woke up.  Couldn't believe.  It isn't the chills, from illness, just a cold body.  I went to bed shortly after that last post, right around 13:00?  Pretty close.

The downstairs is only 72°, but feels hot.  The outside is, I am sure, down to 80°.  I opened the place up for the ducks and set up the sprinkler for the night.  The area to be hit is already out of the sun, so I let it rip.  I also started the grill so as to make brots. I would love to make coleslaw, not sure I'll be up to it in time.  Though, maybe while the brots burn?   :p  It's a fine summer side.

Hopefully I can shower, clean the bathroom, and hit counters and dishes tonight.  Oh, and laundry.  I have a ton of t-shirts and I am still almost out.  I... that is the first I have been that low in a very long time.  I am chalking it up to weather variability and my lagging recovery.  Hopefully it stays level, and I can adjust to the summer, or for a bit.

Well, will know more soon.  Later.

Such an ugly start.

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Just a bit of pain, but in a number of places and systems.  A kink in the neck, slightly strained trapeze area, and worn triceps and biceps, as examples.  The pains are minor annoyances compared to various sorts of fatigue and a general exhaustion.  If I had done work, I... ah.  While I haven't done much work, I have been pushing my heat capacity.

That really does a lot of wear and tear.  Heat and cold just eat the life right out of me.

I couldn't wake, and rise, in time to capture the coolest temps.  I couldn't get out until after noon.  It was up to 72° by that time, 82° outside.  I can hope it won't warm too much more, but am all but certain it will.  Ugh.  Perhaps back to bed shortly.  Can't focus, feel rough, and rounding into wakefulness isn't happening.  I'll fight as long as possible.

Oh, I think there are leftover drumsticks.  I let him take the majority of extra ribs home, so don't mind finishing off this lot.  Rather food get eaten than go bad.  But kept it around in case ribs went sideways.  I have to admit, while I really like grilling and smoking, it is an inaccurate art, at best.  Cooking in the oven, then finishing on the grill is the best way to go.  And absolutely if the meal is on a strict timeline.  I... really hate to say that.  Messing with meat, known by men as food, and fire, is some natural man thing.  

I can still grill for myself, or on days when a sit down meal is possible.

I don't know what will eventually happen today.  Most likely, if I can work, it will be indoor cleaning.  The bathroom, dishes, counters, and the stove top.  Some to all of that.  As well, a shower, and feed and upkeep of critters... including self.  After feeding the girls, that chicken will be eaten, then back to bed.  Later.

A reasonable dinner.

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About the most expensive meal planned.  Ribs, beef and pork, this time just salt and pepper.  As well, potato salad.  This is the first more complex meal I have attempted.  And on a timetable.  Usually I can start cooking when I am hungry, then cook it until done to my tastes.  Having a time it needs to be done, for something that takes hours...

Actually, even being my first time with ribs this way, and with many changes in plans, it worked out okay.  Too salty, the ribs.  That can be adjusted.  Slightly overcooked, both ribs, which is also easily adjusted... I actually have new cooking timetables and an altered salt and pepper volume in mind.  The mustard and vinegar merinade mix was perfect.  Barbecue sauce wasn't available, nobody could get it in time. I'd like to attempt a keto ketchup recipe from which to try to then craft a bbq sauce.  Though... we will see.

The potato salad was a definite hit.  And the beef ribs were next.  The pork ribs weren't bad though.  I will get better.  Next time, smash burgers, hotdogs or chili dogs, and coleslaw.  I really would like crafting keto replacements for things.  Non-keto neither know or care, as long as it doesn't taste terrible.  Though tastes do vary no matter.  I may even try keto waffles or such, with eggs, sausage, and bacon some time.

I used duck eggs.  You absolutely can't tell.  A few days ago, I suggested I would do so. The Boss's eyes became nervous.  Not sure if he tried them and didn't like them, or if he is simply jumpy about new or different foods.  Then again, duck eggs honestly aren't my favorite fried or otherwise cooked plainly.  Something is a little to a lot different, depending on the day.  Even knowing, I couldn't tell.  All good.

I did let the ducks out today.  No problem getting them out this time.  And, opening the pen tonight, as dusk descended, I found, I think, all of them safely and happily tucked in.  I put there food in, and freshened their two water troughs while opening up.  Their hay needs changed much more often, but it is worth it.

Oh, did I mention?  Muskovy ducks eat mice?  So very awesome.  The indian runners would kill them, for whatever reasons, but only if a particular mouse offended.  No more mouse problems, winter or summer, is my guess and hope.  I might buy live feeder mice, to help train them.  Plus, nothing like watching a pest go down an appreciating gullet!  Without a mom to show them, they may just not realize the delectable nature of mice?

Tomorrow I hope to install the last post, for the clothesline.  Hmm... not sure if the saw needed is here?  If not, I will work in the cave.  I've been slipping.  But a good, even slow, week could catch me up.  And a few three to four day weeks at three to five hours per could see me much further along.  He... is still arriving... His time.  I must be, will be, ready.  Good night.

Late down, as is becoming the norm.

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Bedtime was around 04:00.  I woke in time to shut the growing heat out and switch from fans to ac upstairs, around 07:00, 09:00?  Perhaps both times, only getting up once?  Then crashed again.  I assume my body is sleeping when and how it can.  It needs sub 70° temperatures, or it simply can't sleep at this time.

Thankfully the upstairs warms much more quickly, and my ability to sleep at 70° is quite limited.  I have tried letting in the morning sun, but that merely gives me a bloody nose, now.  It won't wake me, fully, as it did initially.  With temperature as an alarm clock, and only fans going, waking in time to keep the cave cooler is working.  That may eventually fail.  But, that leaves ac upstairs... better than nothing.

I made potato salad last night, and set up a mustard, vinegar, salt, and pepper marinade on ribs for later.  Remember, rather than eating out, buying good meats?  Chicken and hotdogs last time.  Ribs and potato salad this time.  If you split costs, over each night, I doubt if $5 per person has been spent, if certainly less than $10.  When the potato salad is gone, coleslaw.  And maybe brots, or masher burgers.  Perhaps both, I like to have two entées... in man speak, entées are meats.

I have to start cooking around 16:00.  Reheating on the grill as a finishing touch, if required or requested.  I best check on bbq sauce.  Too late to add on, but might be good for a dipping sauce.  Not how I do anymore, but someone might.  Hmm, I'd like to sample the potato salad cold as well... flavor, spice, check.  Later.

Just a trip to town.

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Back to bed at 10:30.  A couple of calls and a text woke me at 16:00.  Not fresh contacts, but near.  A trip to town?  I didn't have to drive.  There were a few things I needed.  So, sure.  I won't do midday trips for the rest of the summer.  Too hot.  A few varieties of cat food, treats, and hooks for the clothesline pulleys.

Way too hot.  I just can't get to town between 10:30 and probably 20:00, save perhaps with solid ac going, and just for a grocery store pickup.  I tried to buy something but was rejected.  I, initially, thought my bank was messing around again.  Nope, just hit the daily limit with bills and orders.  All good, after all.  I checked online at home.  They are still supporting blm somewhat passively.  I am still looking for a new, apolitical, bank.

After I got home, and opened things up, I heard a duck raising a fuss.  I caught a dog attacking one.  It looked like it killed the duck, so I started chasing the dog.  The owner came over.  Couldn't find the duck.  However, none of them have returned.  I found a few, but had to grab one and walk it in.  The other little ones escaped, if I don't think that was all of them.

An attack on the first day.  I am not sure... of anything.  If that chased the little ones off, I will want that dog dead.  If I find several dead, same.  Plus replacements.  On the first day.  At least I caught it.  I'd best not catch it on my land again.  I know the owner's brother.  I'll call him, when I know more.

So hot.  Should cool before long.  Later, or good night.
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All present and accounted.  It was too dark to do a damage assessment.  Locked in, doubly, for the night.  Food and water set.  Still, this... is a problem.  I may see if I have enough wood and wire to create a larger caged tractor for the little ones, anyway.  I think the big ones know how to hide well.  Still, I best not find a dog sniffing around.

When the little ones get larger, they can fly... if that won't always save them.

That's different.

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I had hoped to be asleep by 02:00, or earlier.  As 2:00 came and went, every next hour or half hour marker became the next goal.  It wasn't until 04:23 when I was finally able to lift and go on to bed.  As to getting up earlier, I still had a few tricks up my sleeve.  First, turning ac off and opening windows.  Fans were going, but as the morning air warms, that wakes me.  As well, leaving the door open so the girls can beg.

The upstairs was 70° when begging started, at around 08:00.  It took half an hour, with the girls tag team begging.  One would beg for three to five, take a break of similar length, then the other would start.  Had to laugh, that is how we worked it as kids... a wolf pack mentality.  By a bit after 08:30, I... surrendered.

It was still 70° upstairs.  I worried that it had heated downstairs too.  Nope, it was 67° in the main downstairs, but 59° in the front room?  Wow.  Outside, by 09:10, read around 60°.  A rather cool night for reaching to the 90°s during the day.  Happy for it.  Last night and this morning is very good.

Even if the rest of July, and August, are blazing, we have had a good summer, a cooler one anyway.  But Augusts have generally been cooler summer months.  It is just that I couldn't acclimate well to the local heat, initially, so couldn't initially see the difference.  Even now, heat fatigue will limit the benefit of slight cooling, unless it is profound.

I am hoping to wake and pick up sticks, possibly mow, before it warms too much yet today.  Not sure, with so little sleep.  Will see.  On to waking, or crawling back to bed.

A good bit.

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More yet?  The first post, for the clothesline, was cut and lag bolted together.  An 8' x 6" x 4" was used as the main post.  A 6' x 4" x 4" was used for the 45° crossbars and top beam.  Cutting and assembly were snaps.  Having two people sure helped.  Only one of the two bags of foam cement replacement was needed.  I did add crossbars below the surface of the dirt.

It was 82 to 86° while working, and in full sun.  That part got to me.  Oh, and a deadbolt for the garage was secured.  The heat while even helping with that got to me.  The direct sun, however, was what really trampled me.  All good.  It is being left to settle tonight.  I am hoping to cut the extra from the wood down, to allow fast water drainage.

Tomorrow the other post, hopefully, will go up.  Oh, I put the underground braces in incorrectly.  They should have been on the west and north or south side, to allow resistance to line forces.  They will still help, just not as much as they could have.  Live and learn.  The next pair will need to be east and north or south.

The ducks are doing well.  Tomorrow, after sticks in case I can finish then mow, they will be let out.  I can only hope they will not chase each other off, simply run off, and return easily.  I will have the pool reset and food out for them.  And, as possible, I will check on them.  While muscovys can fly, I think my teens are too young.  That will help them with some potential predatos, but not with bigger hawks and owls.

I was hoping to to more tonight, but I think I've hit a brick wall.  A shower, putting up leftovers, and crashing early tonight, I think.  It is down to between 71° and 72° in here and was well before midnight.  That may be why sleepiness is hitting so hard and fast. A shower will finish the night.  Good night.

Later and later.

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It was after six when I went to sleep.  Between needing to cool and relax, plus simply enjoying the cool of the night, sleep wasn't an option.  Some cooking yesterday.  As well as most dishes and a counter.  Hopefully, tonight, the few remaining dishes, the counters including freezer top, and cleaning the bathroom.  A shower, plus a cooling soak later... in an attempt to get to bed earlier.  As well, maybe, putting in one of the clothes line posts.

IF all that gets done, and I can sleep earlier, perhaps I can work on the twigs and branches tomorrow morning.  If not finish, half or a third?  The goal is to finish, so I can mow.  The whole lawn needs it.  If sticks are picked up, it goes very quickly.  Hmm.  After, the ducks will be let out.  Their first romp on their new playground.  A bit nervous, but hopeful.

I will try to push heat tolerances a bit, while avoiding unnecessary excesses.  I best check the ducks.  The hens are laying twice a day.  It's the teens goosing the ganders extra, or some such.  More hay in with them.  We'll see what else.  I am surprised, if happily, I haven't found and dead.  But it could happen.  There are too many, so the old drake can't focus well enough on one.  And the little ones have learned dodge-fu.

I'd best get to waking.  Later.

Awake and good.

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Not much done last night.  Down quite late, or early, depending on which side of that fence you are nearest... 04:30, give or take a quarter.  I wanted to be to sleep.  I also wanted to do chores.  Small chores were done, nothing completely.  Trash was gathered and set to the curb.  Today I have to get to it.

I woke an hour ago.  It was 68° or 69°, depending on what height, upstairs.  It was 71° in my main room.  It was 86° outside.  First job is to check on the birds.  The senior drake is being mean.  I may see if I can let them out alone... wait... getting them all back in might be too tricky.  It's all or nothing and I don't think they are ready.  A few more days.

Dishes, counters, a shower, and foods.  Yeah.  After I finish waking.  Though, perhaps, a trim and shower first?  Maybe.  Just to get it going.  Later.

The strangest sounds in the air.

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A dream, daydream, vision?  When was it heard?  A day, two, ago?  It's been coming together for a while.  It was being... implemented... before it happened.  I... remember... some things.  But the times and dates are out of synchronization.  It doesn't make any sense you would understand.  I am used to that though.

Pray?  Prey?  Predator.  A new one spoke without words.

A slow day.

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No need to water anywhere tonight.  I also couldn't get out to pick up sticks.  Every time I went out for one thing or another, I overheated too quickly.  It was down to 82°, from 88° as a high, a good several hours before sundown.  It doesn't always go so well. By 22:30, it was 64°, perhaps 62°.  I don't know if it will drop much more, but it could.

I was out grilling a few hotdogs.  Great big sausages, not quite a hotdog, if not a brot or other sausage.  No backbite that a lot of hotdogs have, and without the fat of heavier full-on sausages.  Grilled to blackened blisters, just right.  More fireworks made the effort more enjoyable.

Dishes were set to soak.  Trash and cat litter are partially finished.  That will be done yet tonight, and to the curb.  I am hoping to finish dishes yet tonight, set up another load, and clear off counters.  If done quickly enough, coleslaw and potato salad is planned.  Tonight, or tomorrow.  And at least sweeping the bathroom.  But that will be it, at best.  If I can get going.  Later.

Well?

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A hard start.  Down sometime after four.  Up at about 14:30.  It was, and is, 73° downstairs.  It was 68° upstairs, with both ac's and a fan going.  I turned one ac off.  I feared, as late as I was up, with windows and all open, the downstairs might be intolerable.  73° is warm, but it will almost always be that warm at that time, usually hotter, actually, windows closed or not.

It is 84° outside.  So I really was surprised that it hadn't jumped to the high 70°s inside. The ducks have been checked.  Oh, boy did they eat!  I now suspect their subdued initial feeding was because of shock.  Perhaps they are teens, as ducks go.  And, I think I have four boys and only two gals, by size.  If so, I'd just want six or eight more hens, and will still harvest a drake or two when sized well.  When I first got them, they were all about the same size.  With all the food they can eat, and no major competition for it or other stresses, the extra food is going straight to size.  The boys look to be about fifty percent larger than the females now.  They will end up about twice the size.

Beside goats, I really am thinking of geese and or turkeys.  Just enough for holiday eating, and some defense.  You simply can't beat homeraised fowl, if you can afford it. I am hoping rabbits are at least as good.  Goats?  I don't know, but I suspect it would be good food?  All lean, but I can adjust for that.  I won't mess with the milk though.  I do like it, but it is intense if you do it safely.  I would ask for a quart, if someone else wanted the rest... a portion for feed, care, and access.

Today?  I am hoping to get the kitchen and bathroom cleaned, then make potato salad or coleslaw, perhaps a small portion of both.  I also need to get water in the fridge to cool.  When out feeding the ducks, I set the sprinkler to water another section of the front lawn.  I may get out and pick up sticks on the wider side lawn... or get started, and see where else needs water.  I wasn't sure about watering tonight, but if another area needs it... an hour, here and there, as needed, should do.   But only as the sun clears wherever.

I did talk to my mother and texed my brother.  I... often forget.  I had other folk in mind, but... well, I got going and forgot.  Two out of eight, local and far, is greatly superior to zero out of many!  Not much, just well wishing and inquiring about food!  Food inquiries are a reason to call all by themselves.  I could see calling people, randomly, on holidays, just to ask what they are serving.  -  Who is this again?  Oh, you don't know me, I was just hungrily curious.  Have a Happy, Merry, Etc., XXX Day!  :p

Well, on to finishing waking.  Perhaps a cooling shower and or soak.  Then to work.