The best and worst of dreams?

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The first was about war.  Dark forces.  Evil beings.  I fought.  I did.  I won many fights.  In the last one, a creature grabbed me by the neck.  It was a two-leg, but also not human.  Large... it had me by three feet and four hundred pounds, if I had ruined many similar of our kin.  I was so worn from fighting I couldn't do much.  But I could keep it from strangling me.  I figured it was a done deal, I just wasn't sure how it would happen.  Still, that I could prevent it from crushing my throat was a satisfaction.

It kept trying, getting angrier.  I kept breathing.  I had a grim grin.  I knew it was about to be over, but I was making it work for it.  It's coloration changed, as it became angrier.  I knew the only reason I was still alive was because it was intent on murdering me as it had initially planned.  I knew I was dead, in shorter or short fashion.  But I could still grin, making it angrier and more insistent.  Angrier and more insistent it became!

I said a short prayer, kept smiling, and kept resisting.  I had hoped to regain enough energy to do more, and attempted escape and attacks, to no use.  I was simply spent.  I had been fighting for days, or so it seemed.  You can't kill these things.  Then again, they can't kill me, not really.  We aren't that sort.  But... the flesh can be ended, the spirit sent to another place... until a return is possible.

Finally... *snap*  It tired of attempting to crush, so shook me like a dog with a rag doll... a rag doll with a skeleton.  The neck snapped cleanly, quickly, easily.  As I was drifting away, I remember it tossing me aside.  I still tried to rise, but there was no function.  I couldn't stand, move in any way, or even turn my head.  I didn't try to blink, so I'm not sure if that was possible... at least consciously.  I lay there, a bit, and drifted back to another place.  I had done as well as I could.  Death was rather peaceful, at that point.

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The next dream was about a time, past, future, or fiction, with a woman.  Everything was so generic that I can't put a name or face to her.  The dream contained everything good about being with a woman, and some of the... frustrations.  It was quite a dream.  It seemed to go on for days.  When I woke a bit, after this one, I wasn't sure... I thought I might find her beside me.

No hurt feelings, this time, when she wasn't there.  But a small touch of bittersweet.  Still... good.  I really have enjoyed what time I have had with women.  Mostly.  Far more than I have disliked it, even with their need for drama.  It's... gotta be a hormonal thing.  And... paranoia.  Oh, that part I understand.  Still, it's a headcase thing, for any who enjoy that particular issue.  *smile*

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It may seem strange, to you.  But I enjoyed each dream.  I can't tell you which I preferred the most.  Is that... wrong?  In one, I died doing God's will, in the other I lived doing His will.  I don't mind either one.  It was a pleasant night.  A good sleep.  And rather pleasant wakings.  If I couldn't wake as planned, at least I could sleep until I could wake well.

I am opening up at night, turning ac off.  It gets 73° up there by morning, if it tends to help cool the downstairs to the higher 60°s.  Getting well into the mid to upper 90°s lately, that is as good as it gets.  At least I am not sweating profusely, getting heat sick, or climate based fever-sleeping.  I am rather comfortable, even at 82°.  Of course, I have two cooler areas in which to escape as needed.  Even passing through, to go the the loo, is enough to reset.  The main, with me not in it, goes from 68° to 76° through the day, depending on what time I can be up, and the latter as a late afternoon, early evening, max.

Ducks are out.  I am beginning to wonder if I have a few more females than thought?  Two are tiny little ladies.  Of those I am sure.  Two are hulking out.  Two have been going between fast growth to recently no growth.  They are directly between the large males and the tiny females, but none are full grown yet.  I would guess the males are just about the size of adult females.  Which is an half to third of their adult male sizes.  Unless females grow the fastest, initially, as with humans?  Another reason I suspect I am not human.  :p  Anyway...

I set the alarm for 6:00 and 8:00.  I was able, as planned, to wake and shut everything down at the 6:00 alarm.  I wasn't able to wake at 8:00, as hoped.  I tried a ten alarm.  Again, I failed.  It wasn't until noon, perhaps as much as an half hour after, that I could wake.  Still, all good.  Blood sugar was 187.  Not great, but it definitely beats 350 or such.  And, that is my high for the days.  After, I am hitting between 160's and high 80's.  I am being more cautious with insulin, no dives lately.  I need to check my bp before long.  I just took medication.  I usually give it an half hour to hour to work.

Strange to some, but that was a very good night of dreams.  *grins*  Later.

Yes, right.

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High summer can do that.  I forgot.  While feeling splendid, my mind drifted.  A sort of slumber creeps in.  It allows me to forget what I face.  As above, so below, and lower still if you might not believe it.  Here less than on high... or lessor.  Below us, even lessor.  Hell is a mess, if Detroit is becoming every city.  I... have seen down there.  Sent to look at what was happening.  More like Detroit, before they started clearing blight, but with mixed ages... the burbs and smaller cities anyway.  Building from nearly the stoneages mixed with modern skyscrapers, nothing quite fits or works, but it remains standing, mostly.

I don't know if hell will rise this time or next.  It gets one shot at it.  Man will choose the time.  An agent of God, for good or ill, will assist.  The elect will judge that one.  Demons seem to be on the move, rising, or going to staging areas to rise.  Whether I think it is time, or not, they do.  That is why I was sent.  To look.  All were gathering in the cities, the rural and burbs I saw were... mostly... devoid of denizens.  Mostly.  There were a few... terrible things.  I only sensed them.  Too hateful for even the army of hell, if not interested in much, even me?  Or just unaware, snuggled so deeply into their quilt of hate they couldn't or wouldn't see.

Many men are surrendering to the darkness.  They are embracing it.  As things go one way, they go the other way, if not always in wisdom's council.  If everyone is everyone's enemy, then there is no room for friends of even a slight variance.  Of course, that will mean you are all alone, each of you.  Not even family will count, be cautious.  Choose wisely.  Me?  I am less an actor than a will.  Given no choice, I will do, but that is different from acting.

Someone reminded me.  Even my kin... aren't my friends.  But they aren't friends, even to each other.  Dog versus dog, if I will offer some another option?  I... think so.  Only one can truly know enough to choose to be a friend, ally, of mine, or not.  I have to hope those who claim his council will see as well.  Can't count on it, in these times.  Then again, it doesn't matter in a fleshly way.  That part of my life is, pretty much, done.  This life has been over for decades.  If that isn't what troubles.

A dangerous world.

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I keep bumping into things.  Events.  People, businesses, government agencies and employees, all doing harm.  I have to wonder if harm is the goal, or merely a requirement for some other achievement.  All I am certain about, is that the world has become extremely dangerous.  I have to assume, in short order, it will become murderously so.  I have contemplated escape, but there really isn't a way out.

In part, my health is a limit.  Even in good health, escape would require a place, and means in some new place.  There is no place to escape fully.  Some think Alaska is the place to go.  The thing is, even if you escape one thing, you end up in another form of danger.  If you... mostly... escape government, you then face people.  And a lot of people who mean to avoid government are... problematic.  Should you escape both government and people?  You face wildlife.  And, in all cases, the environment is an issue.

I haven't figured out how to do things.  Only that my government is dangerous.  Corporations have become dangerous.  The people around me have become potentially dangerous.  China virus isn't even a real threat, or at least not one I can do much about.  Masks do nothing.  Nor will goggles, social distancing, or any other measure they impose.  Try wearing airtight goggles.  And you thought masks were bad?  I'm not exactly sure what to do.  Poverty is exploding, government excess is expanding beyond reason, and companies are being funneled into monopolies, run by foreigners, financed by people who hate America and Americans.  Not sure what to do.

Are there any friends or allies, political, economic, social, civil, at this point?  Or has it become completely tribal?  Or worse?  Yeah, it can be worse when even tribes break down.  It is a much more dangerous world than it was not long ago.  And it is going downhill.  As I suggested before, either you aren't alone, or you are all alone.  Though the choice may not be yours.

Another day.

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Down at midnight.  I had opened everything, including upstairs.  It never got below 74° upstairs, after I opened up.  I woke half before eight?  Or so. But just to shut everything down, close it all up.  The front room then read 66°, the main room 69°, upstairs 74°.  I didn't check outside.  At nine, it is 75° outside, 72° in the main, and 69° in this front room.  The upstairs is the same, if ac will eventually cool that to, probably, 70° or 72°.  It will be another scorcher, almost certainly.

I am getting pummeled by the warmth.  It isn't terrible in here, but the long hours of sun, and the heat that seeps through, plus the need to go out occasionally, adds up.  It is too bright to really nap, usually.  On the other hand, it is mostly comfortable until later in the day.  It has been easier to take medicine, and I have been taking it quite well.

Blood sugar was 189 this morning.  A little higher than it should be, but then, fasting blood sugars, for me, have always been high.  I am thinking, in a bit, scrambled eggs with onions and milk should do.  Later?  I just don't know.  Hmm... burger patties?  Smash burgers?  Something.  I need to thaw some things, for the week.

Again, I am hoping to get a few things done.  I'll know more later.  Good day.

Sleep seemed a reasonable proposition.

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I set things up, shut them down, checked the temp.  It was still 80° at 20:00, so I left everything shut.  Up, down, and... nothing.  Too cold, for a bit, at 70°.  I had to bundle.  An hour and a quarter later, realizing sleep wasn't going to happen, I got back up.  It was 72°.  Bleh.  It didn't do that when I napped, in the hottest part of the day.  Strange.

I had remembered medicine, most of it.  Not the slow acting insulin.  I'll get that.  And check blood sugar... now.  Insulin in, and... 119!  I'm always happy with a sub-150.  It is a number I will live with.  No extra food, no fast acting insulin, no fuss, no worry.  My weekly blood sugar is 164 average.  Not perfect, but rather good for having started back only less than a week ago?  I ought to check bp sometime soon, if I suspect it is good.

I am sure blood sugar control is why heat isn't an issue.  I can't do much.  It is slowing me down.  But I am not getting heat sick, or sleeping all of the time.  Plus I am able to control the house climate a bit.  When I woke, it was down to 75° outside, so I opened it all up.  It is cooling more.  If the heat stays high like this, I will gradually be crushed.  But, so far, this is doable.

Know where and when to point fans.  In, out, sideways, at various points.  I still don't have it down, exactly.  But I have gotten better.  First flush is to open up all, get air flowing to the front door and out, then... when things are averaged... settled... everything is the same temp, then bring in all the cool air possible.  The only main exception is if wind is high and coming in to the front door.  Simply reversing that will do.

Perhaps, yet tonight, a shower.  A trim?  I don't know.  Rather tired, just not enough... or in the right way... to sleep.  Later, or good night.

Later down and up from the nap.

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Not until 17:00, five p.m. for some of you, did I go down.  I think I was writing about it at about 15:30.  It just didn't happen.  I got lost in looking.  Nothing particular.  I set the alarm for 20:00.  Ducks were put up first thing.  It isn't dark yet.  Nice thing is, they really want to be in at this point in the afternoon.  They were waiting, though oddly they were on the back porch.  Which I will need to spray.  Very odd.

I forgot to do a fasting read before my meal.  So I was careful with dosage.  I did give a shot of the stuff though.  About five hours later, blood sugar is at 83.  So far I am not feeling ill, if I really should get food in.  A brot?  Yes, but that won't be enough.  I really have to add something else in there.  I just don't know what.  A fatted tea would be fine, but that won't be enough.  I need a few carbs to keep the drop from becoming precipitous.

It was °92 at just after 20:00?  Wait, time is off, somewhere.  The machine is reading ~18:30.  I know I slept for more than an hour.  My main timekeeper is saying 18:39 too.  Hmm... the alarm clock must be in central or some other time zone.  An easy bump, hard to notice immediately, especially while crashing or waking.  I am sure I got several hours sleep though, perhaps three?  Anyway, it... well... I guess I will just not know when or how, just that it happened.  Perhaps too tired when going down to make sense of things.

It is 81° out front, 75° last I looked in the main, 70° upstairs even with me sleeping up there, and 92° outside.  Not bad.  I suppose not putting the thermometer in a parking lot in direct sun might help?  Yea.  These old stone houses are wonderful, if... when... you figure them out.  Not perfect, certainly better.  If they really wanted to cut ac use, this would be one of the ways.  The walls go deep enough that they are geothermal.  I doubt if they would let you build this house today.  They want you to have ac and an easily destroyed, entered, house.  Still, it would be rough with no cooler place... though they did have the underground path from house to house if it got really bad.  That would definitely have been cool.  I might guess as low as the high 60°s.

I best get something down, before my blood sugar crashes.  I just... don't get why it is crashing on almost no insulin?  I'll take it.  I'll keep going a bit lower.  I'll keep eating keto.  But nothing has changed on my end... save the doors are locked.  Perhaps my artificial sweetener was being spiked with sugar water.  It's so much sweeter than real sugar I wouldn't have noticed.  Actually, it would have made it seem more pleasant?  Diluted.

I am not editing this.  If it's too messy, perhaps I will do so in the near future.  Sleepy.  Later.

So tired.

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A nap, soon.  Nothing but breakfast and medicine else today, so far.  Well, other than cats and ducks.

I heard it was supposed to get to 101° today.  The highest I have seen it was 94°, at 14:30... 96° at 15:38.  It could go up.  Inside, this front room is 79°, the main room is 74°.  Not bad.  I suspect they will blather about it being 110° before long.  They are still trying to get people to believe it is grobal warbling.  Can you believe the gall of these people?  Lying about a pandemic that doesn't kill people (unless they are old or ill and shoved together in nursing homes), while still lying about global warming?

The worst are those who believe any of it.  Wearing a mask cannot help you.  It merely shows you are compliant.

I did order the new phone.  I will have to go in and get it hooked up and running.  When it arrives.

A nap is in order.  Brunch was good, but heavy.  Four duck eggs, half an onion, a brot sliced into quarters (sized), and a quarter cup of cheese... with a quart of milk.  I have a brot remaining for supper.  Those really are tasty.  As I become fat burning, fats actually taste sweet, much like sugar.  Brots are one of the sweetest meats, as are well fatted roasts and good steaks.  Literally, my tastebuds tell me I am eating sugar more than if I actually eat sugar.  Sugar just doesn't taste nearly as sweat... there is an almost bitterness to sugar now, if there is an affect my body still likes.

I'll set the second alarm for later.  I haven't needed the nooner, so.  Perhaps set it for 19:00?  That would give me a good sure rest, be more a backup, and yet give me time to wrestle my way out of the sack in case sleep gets into my bones.  I like getting the ducks in before dark.  And, with them going in rather early easily, I even prefer that.  For their sake.  I worry about the dark... for them.  I know the dark.

Such strange notions... visitations... lately.  I will miss my friends, even if they never knew me.  I tried to make contact.  Perhaps just dreams.  Or, maybe, not all can hear, see.  And the women.  Hmm...  At least I sense they are still alive?  I... think so.  Save the one, but she wasn't in the lot last not, specifically.  Almost afraid to nap.  And, yet... not.  *smiles*  Later.

Hunting.

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Last night I saw signs.  She was sorting through things.  Algos are good, not that good.  Music, it's how I know.  It's what I know.  So, I began hunting.  To see which it was.

Her?  Yes.  So, I followed.

Not a bad night.

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I... think I went to bed earlier.  Not rightly, quite yet, but before midnight?  I think so.  Just.  I slept quite well.  I had the alarm set for nine and noon again.  I woke a bit after nine, shutting off the alarm and just rolling to a wake.  Something like that.  I may start setting the alarm for eight, trying to get up just a bit earlier.  If that leads to sleep earlier, then... maybe earlier.  For potential late nighters, I can do naps?

I dreamed.  I have dreamed that there were a few others who were living very close to death, like me.  Two in particular.  A man older than me, and a man in his middle ages.  Both deathly ill, dysfunctional.  I have dreamed of them before, every few to five years for the last couple of decades.  Nothing fancy about the dreams, so I didn't write about them.  Too odd to try to explain, anyway.  Last night, my mind sought them.  They... are no more.  I am alone.

The ducks are fed and out, I cleaned cat litter last night, changed their water, and have been feeding and treating them regularly.  I had two meals yesterday.  Leftover brots for this morning, one to be chopped, added to an egg scramble, with diced onion, and a glass of milk.  The last will be a later lunch or earlier dinner.  Sounds good to me.  Then, hopefully, a shower.  And, maybe, finally, work?  I don't know.  One can hope.

With plenty and fresh water, the girls really keep their fur fantastic.  Oh, and this year, Sam hasn't bothered thinning her fur.  It never got hot enough.  Sassy never thins her fur, I don't think she knows how.  Sam acts as a mum, but there are limits.  On to meds and breakfast.  Good day.

Oh, a visitor?

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Not really my tunes, but what are.  Still, to notice is what it is.

Ugh.

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I woke a bit late.  I set the alarm, and... it did work... after a number of snoozes.  Nine is when it was set, and noon as a backup.  I can't remember bedtime, but I think it was one or two o'dark.  Everything was open, downstairs.  It had just started warming, if it hadn't cooled much last night.  I think, the lowest I saw, was 68° downstairs... I have a remote read.  As I finally got up, it was 72°.  All good.  It would have jumped to that as soon as I closed up, anyway.

The ducks were let out and fed.  Actually the process is the opposite of how that sounds, technically.  I put the feed in their pan, then let them out to get to it.  But, in another technical manner, they can't actually be fed UNTIL they are let out.  I am often left quite unsure about how to term or phrase a thing.  It's... a modern complication lost on savages.  And the young?  Are the young savages?  You would have to ask parents.  :p  Just not mine!  ;P

Blood sugar was 170!  Oh, yes, that is good.  I thought the carb rounds would crush that this morning, especially since I forgot slow acting insulin last night.  I must really have needed carbs!  After a few setbacks, this is the lowest blood sugar since I restarted, and it got there fast.  If I had only been off keto, then off insulin, for a few days.  Still, it went from well into the 300s to 170 in days, not weeks.  And with minimal insulin.  Actually crashing on minimal insulin.

I had set the machine to update, then turn off.  So, imagine my surprise, when I go to log in today and the f'ing machine wants to update.  Leaving me no choice about anything.  It took an hour?  And they wonder why they are absolutely hated.  They are poor at design and implementation.  What their systems suggest and ask for are nothing like what they do and give.  As well, I am getting indicators, currently, that updates are failing.  I am not sure if that is from MS, or...  There is no indication of WHAT updates are failing.  Or what that even means.  Is that blogger?  MS?  Google generally?  Something else.

I am back on, and it is working.  I was able to use the ps4, temporarily.  As well, the blogger update seems to work on that, now.  Crazy.  They must have fixed it for those systems.  If I can get the controller repaired, that will be a good backup system.  And, if it gets too warm in here, that room is still usually cool... for a while.  I can retreat to that machine if this room becomes sweltering.  Then again, I'm handling 78° like a champ... if it does drain me over time.  Or... is that just being awake... alive?  I can never remember.

I am hoping to get to some cleaning today.  I sure hope so.  I may nap in an hour or so.  I need to check the return policy for a replacement phone I am examining.  I don't want to get stuck with a brick.  Especially with Verizon techs probably as willing to screw people not buying from them.  It's how big companies are working these days.  It's a dangerous time, when companies are becoming literal or zombie monopolies, controlled by interests which and who absolutely hate Americans.  At least white ones, or those on that side of things.  And China seems to own many of them outright.

Anyway... a nap, a shower, some work?  I hope.  Good day.

Yes, better.

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Three to four hours later, couldn't crash, with the ducks in, a big meal, and a whole round of glucose tabs (10)?  Three hours after, for sure, blood sugar is 128.  Yes, it was crashing and continuing to collapse.  I will have a fatted tea and the slow acting insulin.  I just don't quite get it.  Small doses, reasonable foods, and yet massive swings.  I'll just have to keep an eye on things, use less per dose, perhaps dose more often as needed?  I keep two rounds of tabs upstairs, in case I feel it and can't get downstairs.

The blogger update is working on the computer quite well.  It was disastrous on the ps4.  But the ps4, mostly, was barely functioning.  As much from lack of platform updates to structure problems, like ram.  Still, it got me through.  It looks like a lot of ms 10 problems have been ironed out.  I can even keep updates at bay, for a while, and schedule them.  At least for up to five days.  I wonder if I can kick the can even then?

It was just 72° outside, about 73° in the main, and about 78° here in the front, computer, room.  I am handling the higher temps easily enough.  For the short periods I have to deal with them.  No matter where I put the machine, it will increase the temps a goodly bit.  If I put it upstairs, I wouldn't have a true refuge.  I haven't been using the refuge, but it could happen.  Will happen if heat persists.  I may return to knitting, after I complete the sewing tasks, in the refuge.  Non-heating activities.

I really would like to work a bit more with sewing.  Mostly hand stitching repairs.  Pockets on pj's, which I have ideas about how to improve, a new zipper for some jeans, a few tears and seams which have come undone.  Even work clothes are good to tend.  Then get back to crocheting... perhaps to knitting.  I am terrible at those.  But... that... that is where everybody starts.  I am not special.

Some interesting daydreams.  Memories, if convoluted.  Better memories, of some of the better times I have had with women.  In the best of those times with my favored women.  I can be a snot about things, but... I don't have to be.  It isn't even the sex.  That's just the draw, and one of the binders.  It's... the conversations, flirting, sharing...  I really do like women.  Just a few bad breaks, and one I couldn't remember until my heart got better.  Shadows on my heart, mind.  Such pleasant daydreams... women.

Good night.

Actually...

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As it turns out, diabetes wasn't stable.  It felt okay, for a bit.  Then my health started a nosedive.  I wasn't going to pull out without something.  I had started cooking.  I ate a middling meal, just with tea, cold.  I am hoping that will fix it.  If not, glucose tabs.  I just don't understand why it is bottoming out so quickly.  Insulin is turning out to have almost no effect or absolutely killing it.

The foods I am eating are very keto.  Cheese, eggs, meat.  Milk is the singular exception, but that didn't help with the crash.  And there wasn't much of it, smaller cups.  I'll keep at it.  It may just take my body a bit to acclimate to insulin after a bit of a hiatus.  Trying to get a balance adjusted is so very tricky.  I still have the jitters and sweats from the slipping.  It may still be slipping.  If the food doesn't turn the sensation around in ten minutes, so an half hour after eating, I will take a few tabs.

I'll stay up just enough longer to put the ducks up, after deciding on tabs.  The diabetic drop crushed me.  Later.

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I had to take tabs, several.  Feeling a bit better.  Tough row.

Naps must be a divine blessing.

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About two hours ago, I went down like a rock.  Wasn't sure I'd be up today, whatever passes for that term in my life.  As mentioned, being up, and two hours later, probably more give than take but definitely give or take, a nap it was.  As I count things.  More rested though?  Able to sit.  I guess that counts.  The ducks were set up for tonight, and the hutch doors opened.  I wonder if I can leave those doors open during the day, earlier?  I don't want to, in case they might choose to go in.  It's... the poop.  If they are in all day and night, it... it's... the smell... of the poop.  I can taste the stench.  Mr... Anderson...  Eon?  Noe?  One?  Oh Neo!  :p

I need to refresh their hutch, soon.  But hay really makes the place better.  It can only be added just so often before it does no good.  And, with nine instead of three, it gets sour in there much quicker.  I need to get going on the extra hutch, and rabbit cages.  But that takes money.  Part of why I am short is getting ahead.  In time, it is hoped, the ducks and rabbits will allow some financial breathing room.  For now, until things are in place, I am behind.

The front room is up to 76°, the main room is at 73°.  It, without downstairs cooling, is good to run mornings, nap, and wake as it might begin cooling.  If it starts hitting the 90°s, there just isn't much to be done.  But, for now, I am doing okay and figuring out naps and a slower life until things cool.  When things cool, I am hoping to stay a few steps ahead.  I almost did, last year?  The year before?  Several years running, I think.  Then, during late winter or spring, slipped again.  It's tricky.

Ah, but blood sugar!  Strange, but my first meal broke the bank.  Starting at 201, it rose to 225, with a smallish keto meal and a low (8 mg) dose of fast acting insulin.  Three hours after, I had a fatted tea and went with a middling dose of the fast acting (15 mg).  Blood sugar, after the nap, is a stable 83.  I'll keep an eye on it, probably should have a small meal.  Literally, I need to eat to manage, eat for the numbers.  If while attempting to balance everything from carbs, to protein and fats, to calories, and into vitamin D, and omega 3 and 6 balances, and...  Okay, I... no one... we do what we can.  If we ate what they said we required I would be fatter than I am.  No.  Just... no.  But, I will attempt to vary, add what is definitely good, subtract what isn't, and balance somewhat on the blind.  Taste and health seem diametrically opposed, in any case.  COOKIES!  Oreos with milk!  Bleh.  I passed the last few times.  As I said, yea, yeah I'm thinking I'm back.

I have figured out how to create the top white cross on the rubix cube.  And put the white corners in, all with matching sides along the top and according to centers, of course.  I am now working on figuring out the middle sides.  I get one section every other day, then look at the next sections.  I attempt to be able to do the next sections even if I don't understand (couldn't today, but did tinker a bit).

Bit by bit.  Though, sometimes, I lose something from before.  It sucks getting old.  But, in time, I will get there.  Then I will work on speed.  I suspect five seconds is out.  But besides, who would believe.  That wouldn't be digital, or in some format that is difficult to break, as with soduku.  Unless, of course, they saw it with their own eyes.  Hmm... that would... be a trick.  *grins*  Hmm... might have to try.  I don't need your belief.  I'll keep at it.

Later?  If not?  Much later!  Be well.

So very strange.

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It is hitting 85° outside.  Inside?  Front, this, and main room are 72°!  I've been on the machine all day.  Can't wake, really, or push off into the world.  I thought, perhaps, it was heat getting to me, but... that definitely isn't it.  And I don't feel cold.  Sometimes heat can sneak up on me, but not at 72°.  I am tired, unable to get going.  But there seems to be nothing wrong.  No pain, no aches, nothing I can detect, other than wanting to sleep so powerfully that standing has been a clumsy affair from time to time.  Yes, tired.  Must be medicine still.

A lunch, simple but good.  The remaining hamburger, given a sniff test first, then fried.  Yes, it passed.  I am picky.  As well, remaining storebought eggs from a while back, float tested.  One failed, the rest were fine.  Into the skillet and nearly finished burger.  Then a fistful of cheese.  While spicing I dumped rather than sprinkled the Carolina Reaper bits!  Oh well.  I just stirred and... oh well?

Actually, it wasn't bad, after the first couple of jolts.  Yes, my lips are on fire.  And, finally, I got a runny nose from spice.  Still?  Rather good.  That overage of the funky heat chemical was slightly offputting, but not enough to cause concern.  I'll bet there was a tablespoon in that pound of food.  A dose of insulin, a glass or two of milk, all good.  There is a dot left for later, when it cools I'll put it up.  I think I have more cooked burger in the fridge.  If it's good, I have two more, quite spicy, meals for later.  I'll just mix them if it's good.  Lettuce was bad, so... just burger, eggs, and cheese.  Reminds me of corned beef hash, from the can.  I actually used to love that stuff.  You know, cooking some corned beef, and adding that in, would be about an exact duplicate, to my mind, just without the potatoes,... carbs... and other bad stuff.

It is time for a nap.  I think a good long prayer first, as I lay down.  I always keep a line open to God.  A type of link.  But direct prayers are a good addition, better for some things.  Toss in meal prayers and the rosary, and... it makes a splendid grouping of prayers.  If, still, I prefer that open link.  I no longer need to focus, only remember it.  Even remembering that it is ongoing event has become less of a chore, even when tired.  Still, I like to check it from time to time.  Do... you even know what I suggest?  Try it, sometime, if you have faith and believe in acting on it.  An active passiveness?  The opposite?  I honestly think God loves that connection.  It also means I am as open to Him as I can be.  Always... attentive.  A direct line makes much of life easier.  Far from sinless.

Such a nice day.  Feeling so good in every other way than being tired.  Even that is... pleasant.  It is fighting it that is a problem.  Prepare for a prayer coming your way, enemy, friend, good, evil, powerful, powerless, or just another other.  Be well, feel blessed because you are, and have a great day.  

A few things, and early!

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I had asked to borrow a phone, for a few calls.  To the V.A., for starters.  Then to my bank.  I suggested how to wake me, if I was still asleep.  A few pebble, or dozen, at the upstairs wall.  Yep, that is what I heard the other night.  Only, it was a single pebble.  This was a number of them.  Woke me right up.  So, calls were made.

The V.A., I could only leave a message.  They wanted to call back, so I asked my loan owner if that number would be okay.  Yep.  So I gave them that number.  I can't afford a new phone.  For a while.  Anyway.  Some information and a query.  Next, I called my bank.  They were not happy with me.  It turns out, those who asked if they could pass a check, the ones I said not to, did anyway.  I am overdrawn.  At least it wasn't the bank, this time.  Old checks that should have already been cashed, all sent in at the end of the month.  *sigh*

Ah, but I did get a battery.  For the glucometer.  I'll have to replace that when possible.  And get an extra?  Yes.  Blood sugar was 201 fasting.  But that has been going without fast acting, and maybe even forgetting slow acting, for the last few days since the glucometer died.  I'll get right on that.  A slow acting shot this morning, a fatted coffee, then a small dose (8mg) of fast acting.  Will see.  I have burger to fry for something or other... a hamburger, or taco salad if the lettuce might still be good.  Then a fatted tea later.  The rest will be tea.  It'll get to trim quickly.

The ducks are out.  Two eggs every day.  I enjoy watching them, from time to time.  There might be a third female, in the litter.  Not sure.  Time will tell.  Size wise, it is exactly between the average females and males.  But the males will be doubling yet, in size.  At least.  I feed them as much as they will take in a day.  Trying to ensure there is a little extra left at the end.  They do forage.  Fresh roots and shoots?  Bugs?  Mice already?  They are always looking for other... other than feed.  Of which they do eat plenty, just not solely, or even close.

Yes.  A trim, after I wake, and shower.  Then setting up dishes.  Upstairs was 68°, as was downstairs main.  The front room was 64°, I can't remember what the outside was.  All that at about nine, before but nearing.  Down by two, but the early wake leaves me a bit confused this morning.  Trying to work things out by writing.  Ugh.  Dishes, a load of laundry, and the bathroom.  Or... hopefully.  Later.

Little done.

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Little eaten.  No nap.  Still, a good day.  The ducks were actually itching to get in.  After setting up a trough with fresh water, and placing it, they pushed their way in.  So be it.  No need to bother them with a second trough.  Unusual, but I am easy.  They are looking healthy and well.  And enjoyed the one fresh trough as much as they do two?  It sounded like it.

A brot and potato salad was all I have had today.  Oh, and some spicy pork rinds.  I'll fix more tomorrow.  I need to hit the dishes.  Hard.  Ugh.  And another shower, though a trim this time.  Just because.

I also missed the extra extra medicine, just... couldn't track or do... much... today.  I am handling the heat exceptionally well.  It read 76° to 78° in this room most of the afternoon.  It said it was 82° earlier, while out, and I simply couldn't believe it.  My tolerance of higher temps is almost miraculous.  I may have to see how far I can push that.  Direct sunlight and all bets are off.  But, off out of the sun?  I am having to wear full length pants, with socks and shoes, to not feel cold in the evenings lately.  Even at 82°, if I'm still not sure I believe... either reading.  Two different thermometer reads...

Something very strange is happening.  Tired, but that is because I am still getting used to heart medicine.  But the heat tolerance?  Some other things?  Something dramatic is happening.  Could I be dying?  Or... reviving?  Mental capacity is still... limited, confused.  Though, if I make it through medication exhaustion, I am wondering if a whole new life is emerging?  That or death, as suggested.  I just... something momentous is attempting to... be.

On to bed.  Good night.  Prayers and blessings.

Odd.

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Someone is looking... or for something?  I have been receiving more hits lately, the last six months to a year.  My average, for the last six months for sure, has been around 4k to 5k viewers.  Well, viewers?  Who ever knows.  Still, that is what has been registered.  No, I know, it isn't many.  Not for the big boys and girls.  That might be a bad day for them, if... I wonder how many visits are bought.  Lots of money bought ego boasting tools being used, even by fans.  Not difficult.

Today, however, and yesterday.  And the day before?  It began ramping.  Three to five hundred, then to nearing 2k... just today?  I... did ask for an opportunity.  Perhaps that has created a curiosity.  The opportunity is probably more than it seems.  I may well be rejected.  Fair enough.  I wasn't sure... what I could do.  Only, I had some hope of being able to, in a dispossessed manner, do something.  I suspect this is about that.  A nearly complete review of my materials?  Certainly more recent production.  Interesting.  I'll know when I know.  Or, maybe, the chance will pass without a word.

As to the opportunity?  No more than that.  My plans were to find a few of the more approachable middlefolk, and simply ask what they needed doing.  Research?  Writing tasks?  Perhaps even articles for them to preview, assess, consider.  And, from there, take projects as assigned, until I reached some level of confidence within the system.  Then, still have someone do a review from time to time.  It's easy to go off course.  Especially for some of us.

It may simply pass.  But it does look like someone is at least looking.  Interesting.  Later.

Must... get... going!

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Feeling good.  Body is exhausted, though, for no reason I can tell.  Feel cool enough, no pain, if shoulder and upper arm muscles are... stretched?  What did I do, lift, move?  Ah, different positioning on the computer than the ps4!  Yes, sometimes, it... almost makes sense.  I do sit the machine often, so a different angle sitting, looking, and inputting all gather to potentially throw mechanical biology.  I eventually find a better way.  I really need to create a better seating and viewing situation.  I have food stores crowding me currently.  But they are heavy to move.  Yeah.

A trim, then brushing teeth.  A shower, then maybe an actual shave?  A plan.  Then sit to sort.  Then, if possible, a trip.  Or, being set up, a trip tomorrow?  Yes, the plan forms.  Not sure I can do more.  If no trip today, I will wash the troughs for the ducks, but not fill them until shortly before letting them in.  I like to offer cool water for them.  I don't think they need it.  I do think they enjoy it.  And... I enjoy happy animals.  The quacks and chirps tell me they are happy, as children playing in the bath.

As well, perhaps I can begin storing the canned foods, more of them, I recently bought.  Some for downstairs.  Some for up here.  Actually, all downstairs, a few brought up for the larder.  I have what I want, and is available, for now.  I will, from time to time, seek a few items which escaped my plans, such as 12 packs of no sugar added pears.  I have other such fruits, but really quite enjoy pears, and know they don't kick me out of ketosis or stir diabetes, even should I eat a bit too much.  There were a few things which simply either became too expensive or disappeared entirely.  Keto friendly or not, food just zips through.  I should only add some things toward the end of the month.  That one dehydrated coffee, that was fantastic... I miss that too.

Still, truly, a wonderful day.  Like it or not, you have probably received prayer.  Those who like that least, needed it the most.  You are welcome!  The devil, they say!  If... only you knew... even half the truth.  A devil's advocate who switched sides, if you... can't... perhaps shouldn't... believe.  I can't believe how nice it is, here, in late July.  Or how well I am handling it, even so.  Be well, blessings, and later.

A reasonable start.

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To bed late, around 3:30.  I was up a bit later trying to get the cave to cool.  It worked, mostly.  It was 64° when I went on to sleep.  It was 68° when I finally woke, if just to shut everything down.  And, at noon, as I woke for good, it was 70° downstairs, in the main, and 71° upstairs.  Odd, as it is only 72° outside?  It sure seems warmer outside though, but the thermometer I trust says otherwise.  I didn't let the ducks out this morning, while opening.  An odd feeling said no.  I let them out when I woke this time.  Cats were fed earlier.

I don't have to make food tonight.  There is enough potato salad, of both types, for a snack though.  I really need to create a recipe.  Otherwise it is a bit too different each time.  I found my mechanical scale, for sure.  Now to find the electric.  I like having both.  Then putting it to use.  One hint on potato salad?  Always add salt to the potatoes while they boil.  Even if you don't peel them, all or first.  Though peeling a round from the front and back, even if you are keeping the peel in, would help to season the potatoes.  I tried it with skins on, and while it did get some salt, it didn't really get that... comforting profile.  Salt your dang tators!

I have a brot left.  That and a fatted tea should do for breakfast.  With the glucometer not working, I will take a blind medium dose of insulin with that, and keep my gluco-tabs on hand.  I don't think it will be an issue.  Then a shower, the dishes set back up, perhaps another load of laundry, a trim, and a shave... in a hurry.  I sure hope the stimulus goes through.  It looks like I need a new phone.  Ugh.  The rest would be used to buy supplies for rabbit hutches and a duck tractor, plus a few more animals as available.

It is a good day.  I think I missed heart medicine last night... the first missed dose since I started.  I may try to... fit it back in.  They say no, I... think it works and does some good.  Just... keep doses six or more hours apart if doing three doses, at least four hours if doing two more quickly.  Then don't do windsprints, olympic lifting, are chasing those young things.  Might not kill you, but it will wind you!  Though... some things might be worth the risk.  *grins*

I have been getting used to the keyboard.  I'd like to get a better keyboard, eventually.  It really is good to have a component that goes my speed.  This one, mostly, for now, keeps up.  But when I'm in a groove, or begin hitting my max, I'll begin tripping over this slow normy keyboard.  Not bad for an ogre, giant, nephilim.  I wear between double or triple x gloves, or used to.  Maybe sizing has changed and I have become more normal?  Still, big hands that can type... fast.  Then again, I impressed with my ps4 controller typing speed too.  Something strange about my nature?  Meh.  Everyone is... strange, one way or another.

It is a good day.  I will only be eating so as to dose.  No pain.  A bit of a trick to pull with medicine but that won't be a problem.  Not too hot, or cold.  It's a beautiful day.  The girls are letting me know they love me.  The ducks were a joyous ruckus.  And I will get going yet.  I'll take this day with a grateful prayer, among others... sending a few blessings, asking forebearances, for help with leadership, wisdom and graces for all and sundry, and such.  A bit of time, as usual, for hearing... listening.  What good is a prayer if there is no receiving time?  Get too busy after to hear!  Later.

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.