Made it to town.

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Steaks, and burger.  They didn't have a single whole chicken.  I won't buy parts.  Those, about a third to half the time, are bad.  Or too close to it for my tastes.  Cost more than anticipated, by a lot.  I hope they are good.  I have one out for cooking tomorrow.  Not today.  Too tired.

I did shower, of course.  Got dressed properly.  I like the slow way to town, especially since it ends up being much quicker somehow.

Fairly good.

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I wasn't sure I'd get to boxes.  I did a bit more work in the bathroom.  There were things I forgot to put away.  They are... sorted and stored, rightly.  And... a bit more with laundry.  The last load is drying, should be dry.  No more going into the wash, today.  Though, perhaps, through the day, I may set a load up.  To begin first thing tomorrow.

No shower yet, but I wanted to do boxes first.  Which, finally, I did do.  And every one.  Very nice.  I wasn't sure that was going to happen.  Now to get the broken down boxes into the suv, and have that ready for... whenever.

Very good, nice.

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Laundry.  Started the last load.  It should be done, or shortly.  Drying.  Too, I bundled everything fresh upstairs.  And, while there, sorted it.  My pants were folded and put into airtight bags.  Same with the good socks, wool watch caps, and underwear.  Until I do something about the house, this will do.

Shirts?  Sort of limited.  Might fold some, when I get further along.  And bag those.  The better shirts, ones I would wear out.  Set out a set of clothes for today.  Then, got the baskets ready and back down.  Taking some things I want washed with them.  Including clothes up there which have gotten stale.  There are more to come down.  But... I'm... started, again.  Hopefully I'll get to it.

Laundry, then more.

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I was doing laundry.  Got some things folded.  Towels, right.  Then.. went to put them away.  I have four huge drawers in the bathroom.  One with towels.  One with sundry.  Two with... old and... well, stuff that needed to go.  So, finally, today, it went.

I thought it would be a quick little shuffle, from one place to the bin.  And, it was, and it wasn't.  It took more time than I thought.  How long should it take to throw things away?  Quite a while, it seems.  But it is done.  Some cleaning is needed.  But... they are empty.  Nice.  It's a start.

Such things.

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Some... strange notions, thoughts, memories, possabilities?

I... don't know.  But, here it goes.

Rough day.

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Not absolutely sure why.  Neck is out of kilter.  The bones, really.  As if gravel is in there.  A bit of a headache.  Fair enough.  I've not been suffering physically for a while.  In other ways, but I haven't hurt.  So, it's... good to get a little of that back.  Just... to remember?  Something.

I set the laundry in the dryer to a final spin.  And put a load in the wash.  As well, I have things ready to go upstairs, be sorted, and be put up.  I think I can.  I am trying to go slow enough to not be overwhelmed, yet fast enough to not fall behind, or completely off.

Meh.

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Down at 15:30, give or take.  Up at 23:30, give or take.  Eight hours down.  I almost feel like I want more sleep, but I don't need it, and really, can't even fight for it.  I get what I get, at this point.  And it is enough.  The best years, sleepwise, of my life since illness.  I am awake every day.  I sleep every night.  If there are... oddities, times when the day isn't daylight time, and night is in the broad day, that is probably as good as I will ever get.  Or I'd be working.  Doing something, anything.

Blood sugar is 166 fasting?  I have been so hungry.  Not eating anything that should cause this.  Actually, not eating.  This doesn't make sense.  I must assume, with my hunger, my body is gnawing on muscle, converting it to carbs, and in high doses.  I need to... feed the beast meaty things.  Steak, tomorrow.

Not as much sleep as hoped.

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I made it into the eighteen hundredth hour, five after or forty after, I can't say.  I thought it was at least twenty after, not so much from a memory as a sense.  But the sense can be wrong.  I was down until double ought forty, or so, forty after midnight if you don't get that.  I wanted to sleep more, but woke crisp, clear, without ambiguity.  Awake.  So be it.

I did some sorting up there.  Medical supplies.  Wound care.  I... would order, than... forget what I had.  As I'd run out of one box, I'd order another.  I... have... plenty.  Not all the fancy ones.  I mean, I do have some of those.  But can make do fairly well, with a sever wound, for probably six months.  I don't have stacks of good dressings, but of reasonable one.  And, I do have a box of several types and sizes of the betters ones, just in much reduced quantity.

Thirteen thirty four.

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Awake, comfortably, and for a while.  Famished while at it.  I had kippers earlier, a double dose.  Still... hungry, unreasonably.  The season, one suggests.  And... that feels to be a sure part of it.  Though, to, now that I think, I have been trying to cut cream intake.  No, I HAVE been cutting cream.  Going from a cup to two a day, to half a cup total, in a hurry, may have left me a bit shy.

So, I'm... having a bit more, in this round.  And, while I will cut, I will not cut quite so close to the quick, innit.  Blood sugar is already back down under a hundred, right at 95.  Nice.  I... like those types of numbers.  Day or night, good or bad else, those numbers will see me in better cheer.

I did em' booboo?

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I am still addicted to carbs.  I have applesauce in my larder.  Initially a placket.  Between myself and the neighbors who helped themselves, I'm down to half that.  I opened one last night.  Sometimes, I say sometimes, boy, I can just have a portion, now and again, through the week.  Not always, not this time.  I downed the hole thing, starting at around what might pass for my suppertime, and ending at when one might call my breakfast, right after the soup.

I knew blood sugar would be high.  How high was the question.  And, it was, 158 fasting.  That was before the final dose.  Soup, the rest of it, and a fatted coffee.  I was hoping blood sugar might drop, but not counting on it.  Since I had the final dose after that reading.  Dubious, but hopeful.

Up, and a shower.

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I set the timer to feed Sassy.  I like to do that an hour after waking.  Just... so she knows she won't get fed right away.  It... settles her jets.  Into the shower.  I had to do a few dishes, but that was good.  Before I jumped in, I brought down a pair of pants that should have gone in the last load of wash.  Put that in and restarted it.  I... forgot it for a day.  A little vinegar, fresh soap, and it wasn't smelling too off, so started it.

Then hopped in the shower!  Ugh.  I have to remember not to do that.  Though, this second time, it wasn't quite so bad.  I'm... almost getting used to water going cold.  Meh.  Okay.  Still, got cleaned up, partly dressed, and put the soup on.  It should be ready.  Is ready, save that I'm letting it cool just a bit.  One bowl of the stuff left.  Should be good.

I made it awake until 17:00.  Not through great effort, and I wasn't pushing all that hard.  Mostly just forgot.  Body tried to wake at 22:00.  I put that down.  Woke at midnight.  Tried to veto that.  Lost.  Midnight it was.  Seven hours is better than six which is better than four hours of sleep.  It's what I could do.

A little rough.

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The heart, it is just running rough.  No extra beats, or missing.  It's just tired.  It's gotten me through tough times, over some hilly terrain, up a mountain, down a flooded river, and on.  All well beyond it's warrantee.  The thing was broken so long ago, in many ways.  How it still works is an act of God.  No lie.

Still, it... hurts some days.  Today, and lately generally, that has been true.  I'd like to sleep, but that doesn't help.  Extra sleep might work, but I'm having to push to just get eight hours.  Still, will... try.

That wasn't bad.

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The faux rice, corn, carrots, tomatoes (no puree, but stewed whole), then the burger.  I added both patties.  Huge two patties, three quarter pounders?  More, maybe.  Oh, I added the last half of a beef broth carton I had opened for something else recently.  Good, good, hate to let things go.

Italian, garlic and onion powder, hot spice, salt and pepper.  Nothing fancy.  As well, parmesan on top.

So weird.

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Woke up, thinking it was the first.  But, of course, it wasn't.  I always forget, somehow, that half way through my current day... or part way through it... the day changes.  It IS the first, or was about to be.  NOW it's the first.  Gah!

Coffee went down.  Water too.  Sassy has been fed twice.  I set an alarm for three hours, and feed her then.  Plus, it reminds me to get up, shake things off, perhaps go to the bathroom, and breaks the spell of... whatever I am doing.  Seems an odd thing to need to do.  If I don't, she'll beg too much food.  And, if I don't, I'll just... sit... for many, too many, hours.  For now it works.

Finally, a right sleep.

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I have been sleeping from four to six hours for the last three weeks?  Or, mostly.  And, while that has been fine, mostly, it also hasn't been just dandy.  Something wrong.  Plus, wasn't able to push through the day into the full day.  Last night I finally got some good rest.  My heart is thanking me for it.  Some.  More, though, it requests.  I will if I can.

I did end up being awake until after 14:00.  Three, five, ten, thirty, after?  I don't know.  And I'm just... pretty sure it was after that, I know I saw 13:30 well before going to bed.  Pretty sure I was 14:03 on the clock before, too.  But, as I crash, sometimes I dream things.  I do know I didn't make it to 15:00.  I so wanted to.  Then again, I was crashing at around eleven.  So, staying up that long was not just a feat, a mean feat, and it hurt.

Not going to make it much longer.

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Not enough sleep.  Keeping the blade down here, for when I get to the boxes.  Hopefully tonight.  First this room, then the kitchen.  Dry goods out of the kitchen, too.  I'll begin just cleaning that place out.  I am hoping to have much cleared in this coming week, or two.  

Just emptying.  Cupboards, counters, shelves, else.  Here, there, this room, that.  If I can fill this room, I'll order a dumpster, and keep at it.  I have things still boxed, never opened really, from when I moved here.  I... thought... I'd get to things.  Didn't.  And... more.

Someone is out and about.

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Kicking around.  Remembering?  Thinking?  Chewing some fat?  Flirting?

Certainly saw some oldies, and in a strange mix.  Still, I... think I can work with it.  Well, and a few new?  No, not a single new.  Well to my playlist.  Not all that recent, but, certainly everything has been visited.

I would sure like to eat.

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And, I may, before too long.  But first, I want to warm up.  A coffee is being set up.  A shower after that?  I picked up a pocket knife, to begin tearing down boxes later.  Sometime after the shower, possibly after the first run of work in this room, or before that latter, a meal?  I don't know.  I have two larger beef patties.  I thought about beans, with that, but no.  Perhaps keto rice or noodles, and stewed tomatoes?  An odd meal.  Or... maybe just burger, rice/noodles, butter, and maybe sour cream?

Blood sugar finally dropped well, to 102.  Still not perfect, but... it's better.  And that... would do on any given day.  Not a fasting number, which is preferable.  But... good.

Up way too early.

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I made it to 17:00.  How much later?  Always little thing to do.  Not sure.  Probably no more than ten to twenty after.  And asleep immediately.  Up at 19:00?  Bah.  I'll try to get back for a nap before long.

Dreaming of working on the house.  Which... I am hoping to get busy doing.  Starting to bag stuff up?  Well, I best make room for that.  So, clearing this front room again.  Breaking down boxes, getting them out.  Then, begin tearing into the kitchen.  A lot of stuff will just go.  If it's new, unused, like some crock pots of various sizes?  I ordered some for cooking, but also to make soap.  I'll... hold those for now.  But a lot of things will just go.  From canning jars to old foods, to even newer, but keto, foods.  Almond and coconut flower were lower carb, but not low enough.  Things like that... just... go.

Wow!

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I've been tinkering, online, looking.  I didn't think there was a chance I'd even make it another hour.  It's almost 17:00.  Oh, I'm absolutely crushed with exhaustion.  But... I'm good with that.  Only an half hour later than yesterday, but yesterday was two hours more than the day before, and more like three hours later on average this last week.

Breakthroughs happen, but they cost.  And things could go really sideways.  But... like many things, take what you can get, do what you can do, and keep at it.

Crazy out there.

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I checked earlier.  It had gotten up to 88?  Not complaining, my body was already starting to whine about the cool.  Just not ready?  On the carnivore diet, the cold is a bit more difficult.  It's not even something I can dress for, completely, because it is a body, metabolism, internal issue.  I don't understand the mechanics completely.  Or if there is a way around it, through it, or such.

All I know is 70 is difficult.  But that 88?  That felt so nice.  If I wasn't so tired I'd go out and sit in it.  Hmm, may go out for a bit.  Though, at 15:30, it's down to 86.  There is a serious wind going out there.  Not terribly high, but... definitely out there and fairly strong.  A warm breeze, of course.  One sec... going to go warm my bones for just a few...

Days are confusing.

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Both because I am changing days and night around, and because I am awake in two days at once.  Is it Saturday?  It was, when I woke up.  Sunday now.  Ugh.  So, trying to check, each day.  Clarify which day it is, at a given time.  Remembering.    Sitting here, I had to check, think, put that into memory.

Good.  I do my best.

Such a strange mix.

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So strange I decided to put it up.  The pattern?  Make your own mind.

I have no idea.  Someone is trying to tease sense out of nonsense?  No, that isn't it.  They see something, here, or there, and put it together.  Then... paint it in various ways.  A woman, I should think.  But, an artistic one.  Sort of a rare bird.  But artistry is rare in most.  Few can even appreciate it.

Better?

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Mostly.  I was able to stay up until 16:30.  I had hoped to be awake to 18:30.  Had someone stopping by.  Wanted to talk.  couldn't make it.  Still, that's a good two hours later, and a start to getting more of the day added back to my schedule.  Then I slept until 23:00.  So, not much better on the sleeping front.  But better than the four hours some nights lately.

I did start laundry, going, again yesterday.  While I was showering even.  No, this house isn't built with that in mind.  I've never lived in a place that was though, so it's... not something I am missing.  And... I did laugh.  I'll get more going on that today.

Good and bad.

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The good first.  I was worried cabbage would be too high carb, somehow.  Or the wrong kind, or have a twist.  Blood sugar is 99, after two serious helpings... half a big head of cabbage.  With butter and salt of course, and pepper for the last one.  If that much won't trigger blood sugar, I doubt if I could eat enough to do it, for my system.  Nor would I wish to eat as much as it might take.

I think it was the carrots, from the veggie pack, if even then I war recovering from the tomatoes.  I don't think I had come back down completely from those.  I'm telling you, I'm ready for blood sugar to normalize just a bit.  It needs to stop having a fit any time I step just a touch out of line.  That... may not happen, in my lifetime?  Who knows, until... I, or we, know.

Cabbage for dinner?

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I hated that stuff, growing up.  I would get it in soup, at home, and I would spend an half hour pulling it out.  If it it was in a casserole, same thing.

But why?  I ask now.  The texture?  It seemed like something, but then not?  It wasn't really the flavor.  It doesn't have much of a flavor... a mild vegetal taste?  Mostly?  I remember my absolute distate at the stuff.  And how much time and effort I took to avoid it.  My mother loved it, so we had it often.  All good, I didn't complain, I just... sorted.

Awake and well.

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Down... after 13:00, before 15:00, and I'm guessing the earlier side of that... say 13:30?  Just couldn't keep my eyes open any longer.  Then the body tried to wake around 18:30 or so, 18:00 even nearly.  I had to fight for those last few hours of sleep.  Need them?  Not... by sense?  But by some form of propriety, yes.  Yes, I want at least six hours down, more if possible.  I like eight hours, even if I hate sleeping.  Seems such a waste.  But... not liking something, doesn't mean I don't see the need for it.  Wisdom... dictates that I sleep, try to sleep, a certain amount.  It's wakefulness that I... lose control regarding.

Trying to ease back into days and nights, as a sleep schedule.  Struggling a bit.  And the weather is changing.  But with the house secured, and a few tricks learned and implemented, it's... staying much more moderate.  As well, dressing more warmly, but not in extremes, yet.  We'll see what fall and winter are like.

It took days...

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A problem, in the game.  There is attention to detail, which... I have a limited capacity regarding.  And, there is just saying what to f'ing do!  And... they aren't great at that.  Ever heard a woman tell a man he doesn't listen, then go on to talk 25k words a day in such a manner that even if we listen, it's... just a wall of sound.  With tits.  Right.

Well, that is the problem with this game.  Ninety seven point three percent of the data given (being generous) has absolutely nothing to do with the game.  Even the lore pretty much sucks.  Like most of what a woman talks about is how she feels.  Which will change before she is finished.  And... she'll remember saying something else.  I started recording my last woman, to prove it.  Laughed, I did.  Proved it, I did.

Oh right, you all.

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I've been awake since 19:30?  Before.  Tried to go back to sleep.  Going to sleep later, waking up earlier?  Something should have to give, but it's not a strain?  Strange, but true.  It was a bit after 15:00 when I went down today.  But I'm fine.  It's not like I am broken by the lack of sleep.  Not all that active, but... not crushed.  Nothing out of the recent ordinary.  If I have fallen these last few months.

I thought when fall started back, I'd be getting back up.  Getting to things.  Not going to happen.  but that's okay.  There is still hope.

The music, and notions...

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Out of that's woman's vicarious mouth?  Maybe.

Oh, there were many.  Some I liked, but they didn't quite work, for me.  Or... I just didn't like them.  I'm picky, if my tastes are... well... my tastes.

Wasn't sure it was going to work out.

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As I was pulling the meat, I was tasting it.  Dry, stringy, leftovers... and maybe bit overboiled?  Still, I was on it.  In with the water it had been cooked in, broth added, and the spices and herbs remained from in the water.  Salted to tasted.  Thickened, with some hope that would work, and back on the boil... or simmer really.

If nothing else, my house would smell better.  And it does.  Meh, probably wasn't going to turn out.  But... it... would be something.

Smells good.

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I finally got a pot ready, and set up the chicken.  First a quick boil, now a low simmer.  I'll let that cool, then tear the meat off the bones.

Herbs, spices, and salt too.  I'll hold the hot stuff until it is finished, really.  As it cools for spooning, I'll add some hot stuff.

The end, beginning, of the months.

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Sure drops fast, sometimes.  This time, I have been so buried in games, I didn't see it coming.  The last day I sort of remember realizing was around the twelfth, fifteenth?  I just totally lost track.  Not sure... what called me to realize the date, now, but... I've... started preparing for the new month.  A few pieces of business set up, more to come.

I've been so terribly thirsty lately.  Today I realized why... I have been drinking so much, outpacing the waterpills, and having other hydration, and water retention problems.  No electrolytes.  I just totally blew the world off, in a lot of ways.  I'm trying to get back to things, right things?  In theory, and practice.  A bit of both to begin with.  But, electrolytes tonight.

I was awake early, for the bedtime.

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Up at 20:15, or so.  After having gone to bed, as it turns out, and 14:26, and hour and ten minutes later than yesterday.  Still, awake earlier than yesterday.  And warmer?

I needed heat for a while.  So... I turned up the furnace.  I kept it at 75, which was keeping it closer to 77 up front here, even in the main?  I think so.  As well, I have been dressing slightly warmer.  Needed warmth.  Got it, using every tool I had.  I hate that death cold feel.  But... sometimes just live with it.  Not this time.  Fought for it, and got it.

Ah. I did make it.

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Twenty minutes later today than yesterday, as I begin this post.  Good.

Blood sugar came down, after my meal and some time.  I guess that's a good thing.  It is 129.  A bit high, must have been the veggies, doubted if it was the chicken.  But... who knows what they might be putting in chicken these days.  I could see them injecting sugar right into meats.

Shaking like a leaf in the wind.

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Pushing, again.  On gaming, I can't steal my morning back.  Only in regular time.  But that I can is a whole new thing, a game changer... when I am not gaming.

I made it to 13:16.  I had to use every bit of life left in me, to roll over and check the time.  I wasn't awake even a minute after that, probably not seconds after.  I crashed so hard I fell through the floorboards in my psychic sleep chamber.  Up just... 20:40?  20:46?  Something like that.  That time didn't stick in memory, but... it was twenty before nine to ten before.  Only five hours down?  I may nap later.

Blood sugar is 141, which sucks.  But... okay.  Veggies?  Mushrooms?  I'll experiment with mushrooms.  Chicken wouldn't do it.  Salad wouldn't either?  Dressing?  I'll... sort it.  Most likely it is the vegetables, not the mushrooms or greens.  I will best testing shortly.  Though, I have to remember, foods which can raise blood sugar can take several days to have an effect.  

It's a tedious testing regimen.  It may have to be done much more gradually.  Get blood sugar at a stable low, then try one thing, and nothing else, for days around it.  And watch.  Mushrooms first?  No, salads, greens.  I don't think there will be a difference between romaine and iceberg lettuces though.  Then mushrooms.  Then, when ready to cheat keto, again, the other veggies.  Probably one at a time.  Yes, I really need to know.  Weight isn't my point, blood sugar is.  And it's better, but these fluxes are... annoying.

I was writing, then wandered off to make coffee.  Then got stuck in my game before finishing this, here at eleven.  All good.  Later.

Pushing through.

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I just hit a wall, but it is noon thirty.  I was sure I was awake to later in the day, yesterday, but maybe not.  Because it is murder to be up this late today.  I can't see having been awake later yesterday.  I was dying then, too.

Blood sugar is 123.  And... the weekly has bumped up.  There algo for that is... odd... though.  I don't trust it completely.  It may be there, as much, to cause the sale of drugs as anything else.  It's... not to be trusted completely.  Still, all of the averages are still... hmm... better?  With weekly bumped, but the others coming down nicely, weekly, biweekly, monthly, and three month averages (the latter was 150s just five days ago?  Ten?  Or in there): 133, 114, 111, and 134.  Good... could be better.  Maybe veggies, even if keto type, I'm just not ready for it?  Ugh.

Oh, delicious.

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Plus, a new trick.

A hindquarter, and a wing.  Not that there is much on a wing, but enough with else.  Sometimes it's the fiddly bits that make food more interesting.  As well, the rest of the mushrooms and veggies.  In a foil pack again.  But, this time, when it was done... and stewed more than else, I opened it up and used the broiler.

It burned just a touch, but okay.  I'll... adjust the time.  Still, even with some minor scorching, it was warmer, and crisper.  I... like that.

Strange.

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I was able to push my day into the early afternoon?  I think between 14:30 and 16:30?  Or... something.  I was so fried I can't know with any great certainty.  But... somewhere around there.  And yet I woke, what to me, seemed like a similar time?  It, of course, couldn't have been.  Perhaps the day was bright and relatively shiny both times?  Or I was dreaming when I woke?  I don't know, but something.

I must not have slept much, to be sure.  Four to six hours.  But I was ready and able to be up and going.  I fed Sassy first thing, then gamed.  As it neared midnight, I got the last of the salad, and good thing.  That was getting really ragged, but still if just edible.  A can of tuna, my dressing, some salt and fresh ground pepper.  It's good, was.  Planning on more chicken in a bit.

I got to it.

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A breast it was, with some of the mushrooms and veggies, in a foil packet.  Heated rightly, with butter, very good.  Strangely I'm not as stuffed as I was after the first meal.  All good.

I want to trim the easy pieces, but also pick the last of the meat off the bones, to make a heavier, thicker, stew.  It's been a while since I have had one.  If I can get to it.

Did it correctly.

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Roasted chicken, veggies, and mushrooms.  Wow, pretty good.

No, I didn't get it, or them, crisp.  The meat is more stewed, the veggies are slightly underdone.  But it works.

No idea.

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When to bed?  Awake here are right around 20:00?  Hmm, I'll be able to figure it out.  My last game save... I was crashing.  I wouldn't have made it much longer.

The game has me, again.  But it's not just that.  First the cold was getting me, so I turned the furnace up.  Having it nice and toasty, if just for a bit, is... breathing new life, and a bit too much, into these old bones.  And the pain.  Never did take painpills.  Now I don't hurt.

It hurts.

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Not as bad as it has hurt.  The ribs, though.  It's like some slip hipped gal pal decided to take "These Boots Were Made For Dancing" to heart.  Everything in there is out of place.  Thankfully, unlike some, it isn't the bone, cartilage, or such, just connective tissue being loose as fat goes away.  I'm not even sure how the body will refill those gaps, get everything to mesh again.  All I am certain about is I will be taking it easy.

If I messed around too much, currently, things could get hurt in there.  I mean organ damage, and possibly breaking those connections with bone, sinew, and whatnot.  Heck, my heart my actually fall out of the cup, as it isn't held well from the top.  Yes, it hurts to lose weight.  And a lot of weight off leaves the body struggling to... make sense of things.

Tuna salad?

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It's a think, lately.  I didn't think I would like it, the first one.  It was an emergency meal.  It's what I had.  The lettuce is a bit dated.  The tuna is a bit dated.  The dressing is fresh, and different each time.  With all the problems, it's rather good.  I just had my third one in days.  Will probably have another fatted coffee, and another salad.

I'm hungry.  I still think it was the tomatoes that stoked my appetite.  Carbs will do that.  Just like rice, in asian food.  It really does make me hungry an hour or two later.  Spaghetti?  Same, or used to.  Hungry.  But, keeping to carnivore, now.

Oh, well, sure.

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Just gaming.  I am trying the new game.  It's rough, but not?  There will be problems with it.  But, that is what games are.  Solving, figuring things out, getting into and out of difficulties.  It's... an analog for real life, mostly.  As long as it avoids politics, religion, and some other things... just problem solving... I'll go for it.

Feeding Sassy every few hours.  Probably feed myself before too long.  I did have a fatted coffee.  If the chicken gizzards are thawed, I may fry those tonight, in butter.  Tasty bits.  I like to roast them, for a bit, in one of my stainless pans, then fry them to a slight crisp to finish them off.  A bit of onion and garlic powder, to give them a slight breaded feel, without the carbs.  In theory?  Dunno.  Never sure if powdered herbs add carbs.

Dreaming of Genie?

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All night long.  Once you find your way to the light side, sometimes it's just as difficult, but in a different way.  Amazing.  Such an odd thing, but okay.

Just dreams.  Even so, sleep was very good.  The house is staying moderate.  I don't know what it got down to, last night, but it is 68 this afternoon as I wake.  Outside.  Indoors, upstairs and down, near me, in the main, etc, it is 72.  Very strange, but okay.  It's a good fall, or start to fall.  Today.

Doubts?

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Very good, Mr. Anderson.

I... think I'll explain things, as you wish.

Hmm?

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Sorting.  I did start laundry, but just.  I'll do more, hopefully yet tonight.  Wool and such, as a first load.  Next I'll do synthetics, mostly my Duluth Trader pants... winter and summer.  Get them washed, dried, and folded.  Putting all but the pair I'll be wearing put into airtight bags.

Then, tomorrow, on to dark cottons.  If I can get all those done, and dried, I'll work on whites the day after.  I can only do, and keep up with, about two bigger loads a day.  Washing, then drying, while dealing with whatever might be in the dryer.  Then folding or tending the fresh dry clean.

Every single last thing.

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The game I was playing.  I liked it well enough I tried one of the three dlc's.  It was good, no added political tomfoolery, so I got the others.  There is a lot to do in the game, and it can be complicated to figure out what to do, where to go, how to get there.  Lots of puzzles, too.

The whole game is a sort of puzzle, maze.  With actual puzzles and mazes to figure out, on the smaller scale.  Once it worked correctly, it was a good game.  The last bits were hidden, and shouldn't have been.  I had to look them up, manually comparing an online map with my map.  Again, these last three things should have shown up on the map, but didn't.  And one of the last things was on the map, but was hidden in the background.

Sort of difficult?

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Various difficulties.  Losing weight is complicated for the body, and maybe the mind?  The house is rough, which doesn't help.  Sleep is off, for various reasons.  Headaches, lack of appetite, various other things.  And, trying to adjust to the changing weather.  Warmer this day, cooler that, and changing fast and hard.

Still, sleep is good, when I get to it.  I have been eating salad, if nothing else.  The test strips arrived today.  Blood sugar was 157?  Ah, cherry tomatoes.  I've been having those with the salad.  I know, I knew when I got them.  I... did it anyway.  No more.  I'll toss the rest.  Sure enjoyed  them though.  I also have my four veggie mix, which will do well drizzled with the italian dressing I formulated.  I ate the salad mix, now have the veggies and romaine.  If they are still good.

I had to contemplated posting this.

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So it was considered.  So it is to be done.

To the young man, the other day, I saw out, publicly, in a dress.  You may or may not know this site.  Your father may hear of it, and connect you, or not.  Fragile?  Okay.

How long?

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I can't be sure.  I have been awake for... a long time.  I have been thinking, reading, listening, and all such things.  Brushed my teeth first thing, then fed my little lady friend.  Popped on the machine.  Looks like a few have visited.  More than usual?  Who knows.  But... if the numbers are even close to real, then yes.  Quite a few more than has been here lately.

Didn't expect it?  No.  I didn't.  But I didn't write for that, either.

Someone is... saying... something?

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It sure looks like it.

A gentle nod, and smile.  A knowing, understanding.  Some prescience, if nothing that isn't know or suspected.  Some wonder, past and present.  Or maybe saying what I think just isn't so.  Though... I... don't see that.  Even if from one who might suggest to actually know.  Certainly not from someone who simply hopes.

I couldn't sleep.

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Not just the... understanding.  It was cold!  Only 68, but there is something about that five point drop.  First, it is in a hurry.  It hit fast.  And... I haven't eaten.  I might have a salad yet, before going on back to bed.  I did have a fatted coffee, and turned the heat up.  Ugh, so very cold.

It looks like someone was... pondering my situation.  And... remembered... something.  Mild, mostly.  Different.  I... can see some of... the possible implications.

I keep hearing...

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People suggest we stop buying from amazon.  But, when you stop and think, just a second?  What are the options?  Well, I could buy from walmart... or the like.  An amazon, of sorts, in brick and mortar.  Or, maybe, just maybe, some local store might carry what I need.  Both of those last two will be more expensive, and with fewer choices.

I want a red handled knife, not a blue one?  I want the five not the four in blade?  And, I will pay more for the privilege.  Worse?  It's... the same product that amazon sells, made it in China.  It's all made in China.  Go find an electric toothbrush made in America, or even Europe.  Find a tool, or knife, made in either of those latter, or even South America.

Wouch.

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Have you ever thought you were friends with someone, for years... only to find out you aren't?  For their part.  In any way, it seems?  Stings.  At least I can still feel.  What was that, turn the other cheek?  So be it.

No, friendships aren't deserved.  That is true.  And... some of us are nearly impossible to be friends with, at best a friend you wouldn't want, as lyrics from a favorite song might suggest.  And I can be, am, brutal.

Up, late.

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A good day to have overslept.  Or... still be in the day night mixed version of my sleep cycle.  Electricity was off.  I received a call around 13:00~13:30, telling me it was back on, and waking me up.  Was hoping my friend was calling.  I have texted him several times in the last few days.  No contact back.  Called, went right to message?  May have lost my helper?

Up a bit early.  Am still fighting to take mornings back, and think I might.  But have to have the wind in my sails for that fight.  Totally lost it after yesterday.  Always... something with some.  As I said, all they have to do is ask me to go, then take me off all their lists.  I may have gotten too involved in something which I don't belong.  But they requested it.

Made it.

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The meeting.  Was given reminders.  A recorder, no a musical instrument, but the minutes keeper, was needed.  So it was, I can do that.  And did do that.  

There were several gents I hadn't seen in a bit.  Most welcoming, one not.  I'm... not there for him, or even the welcoming.  I am there to be a party to those who act charitably.  Though, to be in good company is a part of that.  So, having one turd is always something.  But, that's... his problem.  They are fishing for any reason to disallow me.  If they had something, definitely disqualifying, they would use it.

Up, early.

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Will be trying to take my mornings back.  Started.  It might be a slow process.  Did it before.  Will see if I can do it again.  This time it's proving slightly painful, but possible?  We'll see.

I think it was about three when I went down?  I set the alarms for nine and noon.  I heard the nine, but there wasn't a chance at waking.  I started waking a bit before eleven, but didn't quite make it until the alarm went off.  But was... sort of... looking for the exit.

Oh, right.

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I finally made it out of bed at around 17:30.  It was 73/74 upstairs, 73/73 down here, and 74 outdoors?  Odd, but okay.  Not sure if it had been warmer earlier.  Some days have been strangely cool, then heat comes back for a bit.  I just don't know.  Oh, I did put the furnace down to 66.  So it wasn't running, at all.  I didn't bother bringing it up, since 73/74 is good enough for me.

Here at nearly three, it is still 73 in the front room, 74 in the main, and 54 outdoors.  Plus, it rained outside.  How much I can't tell.  I thought it sounded like it, but that seemed so... distant, light, that... I wasn't sure.  I should have just looked.  But... didn't feel like it.

I keep thinking about making ghee.

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It's not really that difficult?  It does take time.  Some of the processes take fifteen or more minutes standing.  Or constantly checking.  Easier, really, if I can do it, to just stay on my feet while doing it.  I have been looking for other ways to do it.  And, while I think they may work, I'm not convinced they will quite get it right.

Ghee, rightly, needs to be browned a bit.  It isn't just clarified butter.  Which is good, and does remove the elements of butter that are... not as good.  With those gone, the butter is nearly shelf stable, is for a decent period of time.  But more important, to me, it is able to be used for higher heat applications in the kitchen.

Still awake, again.

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I did get dressing made.  Nothing fancy.  My last gal pal like my dressings.  Not sure why.  I thought they were plain, even bland.  I do try, to add the right spices, herbs, salt, and some form of pepper... white pepper today.  It's... good enough, but I wouldn't right home about it.  She would, or... along those lines.

I used some of the salad mix.  Several types of lettuce, shredded carrots, perhaps purple cabbage?  Or... something like that.  It was okay.  Having a second coffee, with it.  Well, the salad is gone already.  I won't knock it, I just won't write home about it.

Up at 14:30.

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It's 83/84 outdoors, but you wouldn't know it in here.  It was 73 near me, 72 in the main upstairs, 73 up front, 74 in the main (with the furnace on... forgot to shut that off last night).  I don't mind having it warmer, but only in the day.  I mean, it was pleasant.  Sleep was good.  Didn't even wake with a headache... surprisingly for having gone to bed so late and gotten up so early even considering.  It was more like nine when I went down?  Or very close, maybe a bit after.  So... five hours of sleep?  I should have a headache.

You know, I've been threatening to take painpills, once a week or so for the last month?  I never did.  All good, the stuff is sort of nasty.

Hmm, 08:15.

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Didn't get up, still awake.  Can't sleep.  Bah.

Hungry, thirsty, out of sorts, cold.  Drifting.  Just can't sleep.  Stupid sleep.  Or... stupid insomnia.  I've got that bug.

03:05.

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*sigh*

I just lost track, playing the game.  The fatted coffee wasn't it, I just got lost in the game.  Still ma.  I'll... get to bed, when I can.

After the last of the salami slices, and a fatted coffee, I wanted to see if it was the salami which raised blood sugar yesterday, even that slight amount.  Nope.  Blood sugar, after a few hours, three?, is down to 89.  My ninety day averge is down to 140.  Oh, the rest are quite good, the weekly, biweekly, and monthly are 94, 102, 110.  Very very good.  I have never seen numbers like that, since before I moved here, and people started... causing problems.  I would say.

I wasn't even sure she was still watching.

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I think she approves, of the weight loss, and diabetes control.  Well, and... just... some other things.  Plus, throwing a flirt my way.  I have... toyed with her, remembered her, and sent flirtations her way, in my time, too.  It's all good.  We don't talk, save through very strained communications.  Such as follows.

I had the rest to the steak and an herbal tea.  Blood sugar is down to 101.  Still, that wasn't quite enough, so I finished off the salami slices, and am having a fatted coffee with it.  I turned the furnace up to 74.  Gee, but it is cold.  I should have showered, again, and dressed more properly.  Wearing a long sleeve t, but with shorts.  It's... what was easy, and it's a lazy day.

Down late, up late.

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Really pushing things, and it hurts for it.  Up to midnight.  I set the alarms for seven and nine, but didn't start getting out of bed until ten.  Luckily at that, and probably only because Sassy asked.  Insisted?  A... strongly worded ask.  :p  Even then it took an half hour to find my legs.

Fed her first thing, went to the bathroom, got on the scale, then brushed my teeth.  Filled the kettle, but won't start that until another twenty minutes, for my half hour no per ora zone after brushing.

Up late to check blood sugar.

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I wasn't terribly worried.  Just hoping the higher number wasn't a trend.  It is 95 currently.  So, all good.  I did have an herbal tea.  Very good.

Now I can go to bed and not worry.  I'll set the alarm for five and seven, though not absolutely certain I will be able to be up by either of those numbers.  Still, it's the goal.  Good night.

Finally!

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I have been planning to return some things for... a week, and maybe some days.  Just could not get life sorted.  A shower, the last few days, hoping that would jog ambition, create motivation, certainly make me ready to go.  But... until today, it just didn't happen.  And on one of the worst days of the lot.  After staying up so late, then waking eary, given the bedtime.

Out.  Two different places to go.  Was tempted to east somewhere, one of the returns was cash.  No.  I decided to have some of the steak, on or with a salad?  I got the steak done, almost forgot it.  But saved it, turning it in time.  As it ends, I just put a bed of lettuce down, then the steak on top, cutting it, and mixing plain romaine with steak.

That... to beh onest, was quite good.  Sure, I'll make some italian dressing, and probably ranch.  But, just this?  It has been so long since I have eaten anything vegetal.  The crunch of it, with the different crunch of the steak surface, and rare middle?  Very good.

I had thought of stopping at the bank.  But it was too late.  Next time.  all good though.  I've gotten a good start on some business.  Next week I need to get in and see about a loan for home improvements.  So... yeah.  Though, may wait for the fed's decision... whenever that is?  Plus, by then, I could get the bike paid off, and begin taking care of another debt hard and heavy.  Bleh.

I meant to stop for cream, on my way home, but just totally spaced it.  It is coming tomorrow, so... once home, I justed decided to wait it out.  But, I ordered three quarts of cream.  As, on fasting days, I like having two of those, and I have been fasting more recently.  A few days of eating, a few days of fasting.  Meh.  Good for prayers, I'll grant.  Not difficult for me, at this point, at all.  A nine day fast was cake.  Forty days would be pushing it, I'd have to have solid cause.  He did.

Hmm, washed new baselayers.  Merino wool, or so they say.  Can't dry them, or aren't supposed to?  So, I have them hang air drying.  As cool as it has gotten, of a sudden, I may begin wearing those.  Goes well under winter pj's, or regular clothes.  And I try to dress more properly daily, these days.

Struggling, just a bit, with my mornings.  Up too late.  I'll work on it.  One skid isn't the end, though.  And I think I can get it back.  I'd really like a fatted coffee though.  Oh, but tea.  I often forget about that.  That would be nice.  I want to check my blood sugar in a few hours, so will stay up until 22:30~23:30.  But I can have tea.  Just an herbal.  Blood sugar was 126 midafternoon.  Bleh.  Later.

Oh, I went down way late.

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After five, almost six?  Ugh.  I didn't even bother with the alarms.  I was just hoping to be awake by early afternoon.  I just... kept playing.  Stupid me, stupid fun game, but... okay.  I'm tracking the missions much more carefully.  Sometimes they would finish, in the past, with me not quite understanding what I had done.  And, after a while, after doing them.  I think my long play sessions clogs the game up?  Well, and the instructions are often clear as mud, or seem to me that way.

I did wake at eight, and laughed at the notion of getting out of bed as I almost instantly went back to bed as a exhaustion headache was leering at me.  Then, about ten, I started waking.  I thought I had looked, and that it was almost 13:00.  So... went ahead and pushed out.  That... exhaustion headache came back, but in a milder form.

Out.

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A shower first.  Brushed the teeth too.  Was going to be for the night, but... while out, I did shopping, and stopped for a Wendy's triple on lettuce.  I told them no sauces, but they added ketchup.  I was already a quarter done before I noticed.  Would have gone to In-n-Out, but didn't want to drive and extra ten to fifteen minutes one way.  Unsweetened ice tea, for the drink, no fries or else.

At the store I bought several types of lettuce and salad mixes, plus cabbage.  I can eat cabbage well too.  I also bought yogurt, cottage cheese, and a few other things.  Oh, I found actually clean salami, and keto bread.  Tried that when I got home.  Will see what blood sugar does.  The bread is mostly fiber.  Tasty?  Not... really.  But I don't care.  As long is held the salami and cheese, that is fine.  It did, so... it is fine.  We'll see about blood sugar tomorrow.  Though, if it's terrible, is it Wendy's or the salami and keto bread?  I'll... figure it all out in time.

Didn't get to much.

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Some days I just can't get to things.  I was sure I would today, but no.  Why?  I couldn't figure it out.  I checked the temp outdoors, around 14:00, 15:00, give or take.  It was 59?  That's... crazy.  It was 83 yesterday afternoon.  I checked just a bit ago, an hour ago?  It was 56.  That's parka weather, in South Carolina, or was when I was there.  I had to laugh when I'd see them donning parkas while I was wearing shorts.

Then, it hit me.  It's cold.  That's what the problem is.  I checked the temp, in this front room just now.  It is 73?  That's crazy cold...  It's not just the temp.  It's a bit dark, and at nearly 4600 feet elevation, 73 is... more like 65 at sea level?  And with no humidity to speak of?  Yeah.  That is what killed my mojo.

Some one is brainstorming.

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Never sure which of my minions, or antiminions, is at it.  But... I... see patterns.  Real people?  Some sort of AI?  Who... ever knows.  Only... the patterns.

Not even sure if what I see is real, or mere random scatter.  Save that I see a story emerge.  Easy enough, if you are insane, or "bright" (isn't that what the left thinks they are), or possibly plainly simple... to be lead?  I don't know.  But... I see, or think so.  Milk and cookies keep you awake huh?  Lets discuss this.  You better come up Sebastian.

Up a bit later.

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Tired.  Pushing things a bit much, lately.  So, last night, I changed my alarms from five and seven to six and eight.  Did hear the six, but didn't bother... no... I did hit the snooze, but then, immediately picked it up and turned that alarm off.  No.  Just... no.  I never got to the eight alarm, waking around seven, first.  Not quite being ready, I rolled back in.

I had the curtains open.  So when the sun got high, and warm by the way, in the sky, I came around again, at around 7:20.  So, up at at is.  Not exactly going fast, but... up.

Complaining, even pseudo privately, does work.

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I had started in on the new game, after writing about dei attacks on gaming customers.  But, then, decided to finish up what I could, on the main original game.  As I was going through various places, something popped.  Everything I had done, but which hadn't counted toward the final mission, popped.

It all began working, it started telling me where to do, what to do, and the marks on the map showed.  So... I followed it.  Not knowing if it would fail again, or... what.  On it went.  It was a short bit of work, very short.  Then I got to where I had been before, and it all worked this time.  So, I completed the game.

Well, a bit of work turned into a lot of work.

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As mentioned, if I can find my waters cheaper online than at the store, or even the same price?  I'll buy it.  Saves me a trip to the store while costing me only one haul instead of two, or more.  So... I received the first portion of my water.   I buy in larger groups, so as to not bother with it save every three or four months.  Half of it arrived.

I took one batch back, but realized the back room is a mess.  So... I began moving boxes over.  Empties, from water, and cat food.  But... that... didn't work well.  They wouldn't, couldn't, stack evenly, well.  So, I decided to collect those, and get them up to this front room, for teardown before long.  Ugh, but that was some work.  Still, done.

Not perfect?

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Well good enough.  Whether I like it or not, it is what it is.  I didn't get to bed until past two.  How far past?  Maybe to three, but I think not quite.  I did set the alarms, for five and seven.  Not sure I remember the five.  Didn't remember the seven, but must have been doing snoozes, as I started remembering the alarms at about 7:20.  I heard two?  Maybe three, snooze alarms.  Then... nothing.  I finally rolled over and checked.  It was after 8:20.  I finally got rolling, up, and out, at 8:30.

As mentioned, not perfect, but not all that bad.  I have no choice but to take it, and will take it gladly.  It is good enough, for the conditions.

Tea with cream, and more kippers.

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Blood sugar hadn't fallen, but... at 86, morning, and night, I don't mind.  A quick check, to make sure I hadn't overdone... it is 98.  That's... fine.  I may be on to something(s).  If blood sugar jumps by forty, that meal was too much.  A thirteen point jump is just fine.  Well, being that I just ate, probably an half hour ago?  Or less.

I wanted to try cream in the tea, same tea, or herbal tea, I made last night.  Cream wasn't bad in it, but not my favorite either.  Better than in regular tea.  Not as good as in coffee.  So be it.  But I didn't mind adding a bit extra.  Life is difficult.  Things are complex.  Sort them out.

Very good.

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I was cooking my steak when my brother called.  Didn't think he would ever call again.  Last time he wanted to argue politics.  I ended up hanging up.  There isn't a side I am on, or more, none of them are on my side.  One is a democrat, the other is an old timey democrat.  I have zero interest, at this point.

Trump promises a lot of things that sound good.  But, like last time, he'll fail to deliver.  Even when he has all the tools in play to keep them.  Better?  A stab is better than a shooting.  I don't want either.  If you are foolish enough to believe either, take another jab, marry an American woman, and keep voting harder.  Who ever becomes president will be a decision made by someone else.  Your votes don't count, and who  you get to think you are electing isn't your choice.  Who nominated, then chose, Kamala?  Not you.  No one voted her for the nominee.  Selected, not elected, and you'll still vote for her.

No way?

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After last night, I... wanted to check things first thing.  Weight is 220.0, blood sugar is 86 fasting?  Very nice.  Still worried when it gets lower, but... I'll just watch and maybe have a small bite to eat.  At this point, sardines, kippers, and the like, are as good as anything else, though... like ugly women, it's a two bagger.  Only, when it's going out.  And, I'll probably walk it out to the trash right away, or it... can... stink.  Not... women.  Never mind.

Oh, you are so mean, Doom!  You are welcome.  Like women aren't?  Just to men who will take it.  I take it, I just don't care.  So... why do you care, when it is what you crave?  Mean hump bunnies act all oppressed, when it's their turn.  All I'm saying.  Yeah, I... like it like that.  Softens em' up.  Reminds them who is boss.  :)

Nearly one.

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I... wanted to see the results of extra coffee and food.  I don't like going to bed with insulin falling, and with it that low.  Blood sugar is now 87.  That's... fine.  I'll go on to bed with some ease.  But... keep a bit of an eye open, for anything odd.  I'm not sure I have anything to eat, if it drops, to help with blood sugar.  But I have a steak I could throw on the griddle.  It's not perfect, but it might help?

Remember, my diet is based on controlling diabetes.  If that includes eating more, I will do that.  Curious what blood sugar will be in the morning.  Yes, I will still try to wake early.  If I can't wake at five, I'll try seven.  If not seven, I'll reset an alarm for nine.  If not then, I'll sleep until I wake.  It's as good as I can do, but I have a plan, and seven is still the goal.

It's 79, and I'm freezing.

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So... I checked my blood sugar.  It is 68?  That's crazy.  I'm going to have another fatted coffee, and a few packs of kipper snacks.  For now, it's what I can do.  I'm not terribly worried, but I don't like it being quite that low.  Not feeling any of the bad affects of low blood sugar.  No sweats, palpitations, feeling feint, or such.  But, I think that is a bit low.

If it continues that low, I may have to add some carbs.  Veggies of one sort or another.  But I have to be careful with that.  Still, I think it might be worth a shot.  Though, only if it continues to be that low.  I'll see in time.

Just past eleven.

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I fed Sassy earlier.  Cleared her litter boxes.  Got the trash and recycling out, but there wasn't much.  Reloaded the trash cans with bags.  Then played games until around eight?  Nine?  Something.

Then I got coffee going.  Finished that.  About an hour later, it seemed time to feed Sassy again.  But I wanted to feed her some steak first.  The last of the sirloin was heated on the griddle.  Perfect.  It was a bigger piece, so seven minutes on each side.  Remember, it is nearly raw.  Most couldn't eat it that rare.  These days, it's the only way I can eat it.

Up, way early.

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I didn't get to bed  until 22:30, again?  Later than yesterday night.  But earlier than the local trend of 23:30, or later?  Something.  It's trending down, but not absolutely steadily.  Still, up by 3:30.  Alarms shut off, I am in the certain awake phase.  A good dream got me going.  I... have things to do, as well.

I'll get trash out before too long, recycling too, I think this week.  Feed Sassy.  Deal with her litter boxes, perhaps change one of them whole cloth.  Her water was changed yesterday, and still looks good.  Still, maybe later this afternoon... or tomorrow morning I will change that.  A shower might be good.

A good day, but cold?

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It's mostly me.  I think.  It's 75 up front here, and 75 in the main.  It finally got up to 81 outdoors.  Might have been warmer, and I missed it.  When I was out heating up a part of the leftover sirloin, it was at 79, around 15:30?  Strange.  Still, as things stand, I'm glad it is warming up a bit.  I really do feel cold.

I had just a few ounces, maybe four, possibly six, of sirloin.  One portion left, a larger one.  I did want more, but... that will do.  Even so, I shared out a portion with Sassy.  Adding a bit of salt, cooking it correctly (or heating it), and she gobbled it down.  I think she is getting a taste for human food.  And it is the best human food for her.  I can't wait to try chicken.  I think she will like that, the way I do it.  Probably roasted, in the oven.

Oh, thinking about it.

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I have two ideas on my mind.  The first, of course, is kicking my phone over to grapheneos.  An android offshoot, or alternative, for my phone.  I have the instruction for that.  But... want to sort how to back up my phone's data, and back that up or copy it somewhere, for added security.  To that end, I have a few memory cards on the way.  I have some smaller ones, but no reader?  Or... who knows, but I can't find it.

I am still a bit sketchy about that.  Not sure if I even need to erase the phone back to factory.  If it isn't required, I won't.  Though I will remove at least one app.  Though, I am finding, removing apps seems impossible.  Well, I remove them (on my original phone, on the other phone I bought then returned, and this new one), but they just return.  Could be some setting I am missing, or some back up system in play that I don't have access to, or didn't know about the settings from it which reinstalls.  Anyway.  This should fix that, or allow me to figure it out.

Good, but... odd.

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I didn't get to bed at 20:30, but I did make it by 21:30.  Why is it so difficult to get on to bed?  The game, I am addicted.  Fine.  Still, I got to bed earlier.  I only heard the five alarm, but at first blush.  I turned it off.  Just not ready.  I was hoping to be awake before the seven alarm.

I don't think I would have, but Sassy came up and told me to get my big bear butt out of a bed.  She is named most appropriately.  And, since I was already on her side, if not for her reasons, and it was 6:46, I decided to do so.  A bit of itchy scratches, massaging, and petting, for being a solid gal pal, and I turned on the light, got up, and got going.

The window.

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Finished.  Very good.  I worried about cleanup, a bit.  But once I started, I realized the grout comes off really easily.  It is now very tightly sealed.  As well, the screen is on it's way.  Beautiful window, well placed, and cleaned up.  Mostly.  After I realized it was easier to clean when dry, I just did some of it, but making sure to open up the frame completely.  Getting the dried matter off, the little that remains, proves much easier when dry.  Then I'm not constantly fighting pulling more wet mortar out than I take off.

As well, I had a leak in the bathroom.  That has been solved.  Very good.

Up a bit late.

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I didn't end up going to bed until 22:20~30, or so.  But, that was... okay.  I thought.  Should have gone to bed earlier.  I've been pushing it.  It made waking up this morning brutal.  I didn't, consciously, hear the alarm clock until 5:20.  I must have, as it had been snoozed to then.  But I don't remember.  I just shut it off, then.  No way I was going to wake up any time soon.

When the seven went off, I... hit it.  I was pretty sure I was awake, so turned it off.  I... did get up, within five minutes?  No... more like twenty.  A shower, first thing.  Well, after unlocking the front door.  Expecting someone, early.  But, it looks like they are running late too.

I thought it was already nearly 22:30.

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Not that that is a horrible time.  Just that... it is getting later, I have been pushing it, and I wasn't quite going to bed, not quite yet.  Ah, but that clock is the one that is off several hours.  It's just 20:30.  Still, I am very tired.  It would be a good time to go on to bed.  I'll feed Sassy before doing so, after clearing her litter boxes.  Then, yes.

Still, smooth sailing.  If I have been going with less sleep, so a bit... weary.  Blood sugar is, was, 89 when I checked it later in the afternoon.  Not sure what allowed it to drop so well, so quickly, this time.  But it may just be a temporary glitch?  I don't know.  Only had a fatted coffee today, just one.  Well, and water.  I'll take a few steaks out, to thaw, tomorrow.  For Sunday, most likely.  Or... maybe later

Pushing it.

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Down at 23:00, or just at.  I wanted to be to bed earlier.  But, in the game, I thought I was on the crux of something I really wanted, so I pushed.  Only to... find nothing?  Too tired to go beyond, or look for the problem,  I finally just went to bed.  Shut it all down, gave up for the moment, and got some sleep.

Alarms set for five and seven, which will be my normal until they become... regular.  Then I may back it up a few hours even from that.  I don't mind waking at four to six in the morning.  That will give me a good solid running start on any day.  And have me up before other folk.  Allow me to shower, dress, be ready, or out, as needed.

Estrogen fluff!

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A story too.  Someone is sending wonderfulness.

Oh, I never said there weren't attractive women.  Just that they won't do.

Nice!

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I didn't get to bed until after one?  Two?  Just... couldn't.  Even so, I'll endeavor to do better.  But, for today, I still wanted to stick to mornings.  Or try.  I set the alarms for five and seven, and went on to bed with the intention of... probably getting up at seven, or through a few snoozes?  Goals, though, plans.

The five went off and I first hit snooze, then turned it off before it went off again.  I HATE alarm clocks.  That's... the stick.  Waking up before it is the carrot.  Then, around six twenty, thirty, I started waking.  I made it out of bed just before the seven alarm went off.  Since I was up, I turned it off, but only when I am just at the point of standing on out of bed.

Very strange.

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Oddly cold?  It is 75 in this front room, in the main down here, and 75 outdoors too?  Very... strange, all around.  Even so, I am absolutely freezing.  I had a bunch of carbs, yesterday.  That usually helps with warmth.  Not now.  I wasn't going to check my blood sugar.  But with being so cold, fully dressed (long sleeve t-shirt, pants, socks, shoes, well and of course unders), I decided to check.

I figured it would be really high.  I had a breakfast burrito and an egg and sausage croissant yesterday morning, then had two quad burgers at In-n-Out.  No sauce, no fries, no soda though.  Just water for breakfast, and unsweetened tea for lunch.  So... yeah, had to be high.  But, no... at 115?  Hmm... oh, and the weekly, biweekly, monthly, and 90 day averages are, 126, 127, 119, and 153?  Okay.  A bit of skid lately, but oddly from not eating as regularly?  Yes.

Surprised me.

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I was sure, with as busy as yesterday was, that I would lose my mornings.  Still, was able to get to bed by 20:30, give or take a quarter hour.  Which way I couldn't say.  I thought a bit early, but time was dragging as I was heading that way.  Just, I know it was well before 21:00.  I did set the alarms, but changed them to five and seven.

I woke around 4:30.  Bladder.  I had a big water before going to bed.  On the good side, I didn't have to wake to pee in the middle of the night, too tired perhaps?  And, I needed the water, being out in the sun, in the vehicle, and rather active (as I see things) all day.  So the body probably used most of the water I gave it.  Rather than it just racing to the bladder as it often does.

Wow, what a lot of fuss.

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I had to fight back my accounts, and passwords, on two of the three.  Then ignore as home depot tried to force me to talk.  No.  I don't talk to fucking machines.  Fuck YOU, and the electronic pony you rode in on.  After going three three rounds, it offered me a pushbutton option  Now I know it, I'll go there right away.  F.  U.

Got three bills paid.  I was behind on two, because I didn't have my phone, or other access.  And don't have a sign in, using the phone as a general rule.  Still, paid, caught up.  What an ugly mess, but... just... less than ten days late on any of them?  I think so.  One wasn't late.  All good.

A seventy percent day?

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I was just hoping on thirty percent being one hundred percent?  Or such.  And, I may yet add two hundred, three hundred, percent, to the bill?  Maybe.

The phone.  I had to be up, and out, by 08:30, or so.  And... a bit of a drive.  For the price, and seeming quality of the phone, I was willing to take the risk.  It checked out.  I bought it, and the fellow his coffee.  Of course, it still had to be hooked back up through.  For now, just through verizon.  For now.  Had to check some things.

Doing well.

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A bit warmer last night.  Upstairs.  But, no fans, anywhere... not even up there.  No ac running.  Just... quiet.  It has been that way off and on?  Well, finally leaving the fan off up there.  It was 74 and 76 near me up there, at bedtime, 74 in the main (almost 75), and 78 up front.  I don't think I checked outdoors, but it was 80ish into later afternoon.  This morning it is 75/77 upstairs, 73 up front and in the main down here, plus right between 55 and 56 out there.

It rained last night.  Sounded like a very short, but hard, storm.  Wasn't sure we got all that much, by sounds, but looks like we got more than I thought.

Plans.

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Contact made.  A time and place chosen.  I won't be asking for less.  The price is fair.  As long as it works.  Very good.  It would be nice to have it in hand, and just go in.  But it... takes time.  At least it is available.  Contact made.  Arrangements organized.  Path routed.  Yes.

I'll take a shower today, and tomorrow, and the next day.  To... get cleaned up.  I clean up pretty well, fairly quickly, but... I've been... rather low lately.  I need to get cleaned up, and for a few other things.  I don't think he was checking his advertising, just waiting for a call.  All good.

Wonderful.

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Sleep was mostly good.  My feet were as if blocks of ice, couldn't get them to warm.  So had trouble getting to bed for that.  It was 78, up front here, when I went to bed.  And 77 upstairs.  I think it was between 22:30 and 23:00 when I finally got up and to bed.  Once I got the feet warm enough, and crashed, sleep was fantastic.

I set the alarms for eight and ten.  Hoping they would just be emergency use.  As hoped, not needed.  I woke at 4:46ish?  It was 76 near me, 73 in the main, up there.  It is 72 front room and main down here, and 46 outdoors.  A nice morning, really.  And, that, again, is with a fan upstairs, on a lower setting, the central air fan going, but the furnace set to 68.  Interesting, possibly fascinating.

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