Ketchup?

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I think I have all the ingredients for my two top picks.  Homemade.  I'll have to find and make sure a pint jar and lid are available and clean.  To be honest, I have some doubts about using ketchup.  However, I would like to use it to make barbeque sauce.  Potentially.

Though, maybe with burgers, ketchup would be good.  Ketchup without soy, sugar, etc, etc.  Are they printing the truth as is?  Hoping Kennedy gets in.  Would he... tell us?  Would he fix it if not?  Having someone who suggests he is there to break heads and open the right doors is better than the pfizer made cheese eating crew which doesn't know or care, as long as they get rich.  Choices.

Down very late, up very early.

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Well, considering when I went to bed, the wakeup time was very early.  Down at right around four, up at nine.  A bit before, in both cases, but close enough.  In part because I though I had seen something was to be in today.  Well... it said tomorrow, but... isn't today tomorrow?  Apparently not!

Tomorrow, in this case, means the next tomorrow, or... tomorrow today.  I must have looked after midnight, without taking the new day into account.  So... fine.  I am up.  And, perhaps, can figure out how to get back to waking earlier.  Or... not.  No... it wasn't the alarms.  I turned those off, the last few days.  I couldn't fight through them to wakefulness, so just... let it go.

On to bed.

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Still awake at 3:36.  Rough.  I have several problems.  I just can't seem to figure a way through, or out, of whatever is wrong.  No worries.  I'll do my best.

Food is trending toward carnivore.  I just can't quite hit it.  More meats, fewer else, but the taste of carbs, as with any addiction, is a problem.

Up late, and it is some time later yet.

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Couldn't wake until 11:08, if memory is right.  I did have the alarms set, for six and eight.  I went to bed around two?  Not sure what the problem is, but it just didn't work.  Absolutely exhausted, even now.  Well, not absolutely, just... rather?  Not enough to sleep, not enough to do much else though either.

Even so, I am hoping to get to some things.  This, that, the other stuff.

Finally.

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I got out, to the post, and that.  Then remembered to check the steak.  It seemed okay so got the grill going.  Wow.  Took all day to do that little bit more.  No, haven't looked out how to set up a cabinet, or thereabouts, solo.  However... if I can find a hammer, and heavier nail?  I might be able to craft a swivel point, and, then, maybe put a holding point on the other side... leveling it as I go.  Then... maybe... get that working?  Maybe.  Still, I'll look.

I am planning on crafting homemade ketchup, and then barbeque sauce.  Of a keto nature.  Not sure it will work, but I have some recipes, and some of the ingredients in... some on the way.  Why?  Because sugar really will screw with you.  Those who only drink a few sodas a week?  Cool.  but when sugar is in everything you eat, or effectively the carb counts?  You might as well be drinking three or four sodas a day.  It's bread, breading, past, many vegetables, all fruits, honey, other sweeteners, and so much else.  Just... saying.

Ah, almost?

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Okay.  I did check the clothing rack.  It will fit, so that the bracket allowances are just right to attach to two studs in the wall.  However, I am not quite able to put it up alone.  Further, I found enough four inch wood screws to easily attach the rack.  And, a second rack, which I also found!  Very nice.

As I said, I haven't figured out how to put it up solo.  I will look online, see if there is a... simple technique.  It isn't the weight.  It is a bit the weight, some the odd length along with the weight, and having only one anchor point, the difficulty getting even the impact, let alone the simple cordless drill in, through either the extended rack or the compressed parts.  It's just... difficult to balance, angle, push, and else.  Maybe there is a way, but brute forcing it isn't possible.  Or... for me.

Awake a bit before nine.

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Down between one and two.  I just couldn't get to bed, no matter how tired I felt.  Trying to just stay seated upright drew all the focus I could muster until... I finally... broke the spell?

Sleep was good once it started.  I slept more warmly than yesterday night, but it is already 38 outside?  So it is simply warmer.  I didn't have the door to the downstairs open.  But I did leave the furnace up at 72.  A conscious, if not better, idea?  Oh, but I am no longer turning the furnace higher.  I am starting to keep it at just 72.  Spring is here.  At some point, I may turn it down even to 68.  Though, if I do that, I won't boost it during the day... as long as it is in the mid 30's out there, I should be fine.

One of those nights.

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Awake to quarter past midnight, so far.  Oh, I think I'll make it to bed right after posting.  Nothing fancy, through the night.  I have kept Sassy fed, tended her littler boxes, given her some attention here and there.  I just can't focus to get to the other things.

It must have thawed.  It is sprinkling out there again.  It makes a wonderful pitter-patter on the steel roof.  I like it anyway.  Something about the gentle, mostly irregular, beats of raindrops that soothe some part of my mind.

A strange mix of foods.

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I just haven't been up to cooking, or checking the steak.  Pecans, fatted coffees, tea, plenty of water, and summer sausage slices.  Nothing fancy, mostly carnivore, or potently keto.  Mostly.  *sigh*  I am just so tired.

I fed Sassy, then forgot to check the folding drying rack.  I'll... get out there, before bedtime.  And... if I have the kit, I'll put it up.  I thought I had two, but only found the one.  Wouldn't mind having two.  Will find out before long, if I can even get one up.

A bit cold?

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It's not that cold, by temperature.  When I checked earlier, anyway, it showed to be 31.  It sprinkled through the night, not all of it.  At some point it become too cold to rain?  It didn't switch over to snow, it just stopped with precipitation.  Okay.  Then, as it got just below freezing, it frosted what had been wet.  Nothing fancy, if a bit pretty... at least for such a drab day.

Cream arrived.  Grateful for it.  Some visitors, but I can't really have folk in.  The house is still messy.  But... improving.  There may yet come a day when I can have people in, without any fuss.  Just... not yet.

Oh!!!

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Oh yeah.

My drivers license, it seems, was out of date.  By a lot.  Ugh.  I found this out Friday afternoon, too late to do anything about it.  I wasn't driving, so... okay.

Up and at it a bit after seven.

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A shower, teeth brushed, as well last night before going to bed.  The goal is, no matter what else, to brush my teeth first thing, or nearly (if I forget and go for the walk, then make coffee, it'll... be a half hour after), feeding Sassy her first of six meals (yes, she is a Hobbit!), then clear her litter boxes.

After the shower, this morning, I put dishes, pots, and pans to soak.  As well, I reset laundry and got that going.  Currently, I am bout to get medicines, vitamins, and minerals in.  I honestly wish they did more.  Though... I do think they help.  Just... I wish they helped more.

A few other tasks done.  Quite a lot for the morning.  Wanted to see what I could do.  More than I thought, it turns out.  Well, on with the day.

Nearly bedtime.

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It was up to about 36 F out there, by midafternoon.  It was rather pleasant.  Felt more like a colder spring day than a warmer winter day, if you catch my drift.

I was out to set up the grill.  That is working fairly well.  This time I grilled two lamb loin chops and two pieces of wild caught salmon.  A bit tricky.  That is really hot.  Paying attention, watching the time very closely, and in five minutes the meat and fish were done.

On hold.

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Medicine in.  But no coffee.  Why?  Haven't walked.  Why?  Because I have a gusher of a bloody nose.  I have been trying to stop the flow since shortly after waking.  Before the last post.  It might be finished.  Just... letting it alone for a short bit to see if it has actually stopped.  If so, I am ready for the walk.

Every day?  Well, walking Monday through Friday.  If possible, perhaps even on the weekends though I won't promise those.  Just the ten minute walk for now.  For the first week or two, just that much.  If I can add another block to the distance, super.  If not, if not I'll just stay where it is at.  The real goal is walking to the reservoir to the north of town, and back, in time.  I'll have to drive out that way, to get a rough mileage.  I thought I had.  Three miles out, or out and back?  The goal is three miles.  More won't matter by the time I can walk that far?  My pace, when doing well is anywhere from five to eight miles an hour.  I doubt that, currently, with the limp.

Up... late and early.

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Not the four or six I am working on, but not the nine or ten of the last few mornings.  Up at seven thirty, then to tend morning chores, duties, needs.  The furnace turned up, and the heat in this front room on.  Down sometime between 20:30 and 19:15, I think.  No, I didn't get to much yesterday.  But I did arrange for something that is... vexing.  I'll... tell you more, when it is managed.  AFTER it has been tended.

Blood sugar is being booger sticky.  Not dropping hardly at all.  Two days of complete carnivore?  Hmm, maybe those beef sticks aren't what they pretend.  Or maybe the pickled pork hocks have unlisted sugars added?  You can't trust big business, or even little.  They will tell and print untruths without beating an eye.  It is 164 fasting, and was 173 yesterday and 183 the day before.  As high as 194 about a week ago, the rest between that and 183.  Working on it.  If that was as high as it has gotten.

Still limping.

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Oh, I am hoping walking will help with the limping.  I have been limping, mostly because of that right foot that went bad for a goodly bit.  Though, then too, now, sometimes, the left foot from being pressed into more service to cover for it's brother foot.  I limped the whole ten minutes.

No, ten minutes isn't the goal.  It is the start.  I was a bit surprised that it didn't exhaust me?  Okay, whatever.  Though, why stop then?  Because my foot hurts.  Pulling along on a foot that stings with every step, the right one today, I did what I could do.  I live on a larger 'block', which is more like a block, block and a half, by two blocks?  Or... so it seems.  I don't mind.  I just wish I felt comfortable enough to go further.  If I am pleased that exhaustion wasn't the limiting factor.

Back to it.

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Blood sugar is 173 this morning.  It is time to begin bringing that back down.  I don't mind trying various foods, seeing what I can bring back into my diet.  Finding out what absolutely won't work.  What I have found is if it has just a bit too many carbs, or sweetness?  I can't do it.  Keto "chocolate" is just as addictive as full sugar chocolate.  I have absolutely no control when I begin eating it.  I will eat it until it is gone, and then jones for more.  Which... is why my blood sugar is so high.

Not only can't I control my appetite, and the stuff not actually taste very good (textural problems and flavor is off), but even when I eat it correctly... which I did several times, my blood sugar spikes on it anyway.  It's a lose, lose, lose I will live without.

Be careful out there.

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Some of you are thinking "cute winter boots", or such, is a joke.  If you have heard about it at all.  It is the organized lefts' idea of bringing violence (terrorism) to play against (basically white men) Trump supporters.  I am seeing some of this in action.  It hasn't gotten to violence, but it is out there.

No, I don't wear a maga hat, or else.  I am simply a certain (looking) man of a certain age.  I dress rather plain.  Though, it might be another sort of thing.  My name may, now, be considered wrong, in some circles.

A knuckle headache.

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Going from doing almost nothing to being out and about will do that.  The I couldn't sleep until a bit after 22:00.  A quarter to half after?  Too tired to sleep, if you have ever caught that groove?  When I got to bed I sleep very well.  I heard the four alarm.  Just turned it off.  Knew that wasn't going to happen.  I ran the six alarm through... what I thought were four snoozes, but the last time I messed with it was at 6:24, so... I only dreamed of hitting the snooze four times.... a fourth snooze would have made it 6:40.

I was sure I was awake, or would make it awake momentarily.  Not so much.  Just waking here a bit before eight.  I know.  The timestamp seems accurate, but I had a few things to do... feeding Sassy, going to the bathroom, setting coffee up, always a few little things to do first thing.  Wish I could do more.

Another shower, then more.

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Dental.  I called earlier, to make sure the appointment was covered.  The kidney and heart doctor have both billed me outside of allowances.  A mess I will have to figure out.  Teeth are looking good, gums, all of it.  In spite of... some lack of care on my side *cough* they were happy with my teeth.  Though... I am hoping to improve.

I haven't been brushing very regularly.  When fasting, it probably doesn't matter.  But I haven't been fasting much.  Nor have on been well on carnivore.  Which... for one it usually takes the other.  Or... mostly.  So... back to carnivore.

Sorting out life.

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Attempting to make sure an appointment is covered.  It seems like this one is set up.  Others I have to figure out.  Ugh.

I keep being surprised at what is happening regarding the government.  I really didn't think much would be done.  More just another kick of the can down the road.  With repatriations not just going forward, but nations breaking under the weight of demands... even to offering planes to help with repatriation after getting really smarmy.

Okay.

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Up. after six.  Though the alarms were reset to four and six since I was going to bed at 22:00.  Not sure why I was awake so late, but knew that two and four wouldn't do.  I got up and going after the first snooze, before it went off again.  Hate alarms.  But need them, when they can work.

Trash and recycling out. and to the roadside.  Looks like I may have missed recycling.  Two others don't have them out.  Though... they don't always put them out.  Just as I don't always put them out.  Still, two for two makes it look like I most likely missed that pickup.  Next week, if so.

To bed, but...

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No, I wanted to brush my teeth and take a shower.  So... back down and to it.  Awake now only to allow myself to dry off a bit.  Though it is about that time.  

I have the alarms set.  Though my change those to a bit later.

Dreams, thoughts.

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I still remember this.  Never watched the movie.  Didn't need to?  Or... did I?

Does it matter?

I really hurt.

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My chest.  It has been hurting for days.  A bit more than usual.  Currently, it feels like a stab, from outside to inside of my rib cage.  A bit to the left and down from my heart.  Not searing, not ripping, if sharp.  And rather constant.  Who knows what it is.  As mentioned, the pain has been there for days.  Getting slightly worse, though sometimes going away.  No, I don't think it is a heart attack or such.  Not sure what it is, but not that.

So extra tired too.  But that has been the case for weeks... months really.  Medicine, on or off, doesn't help or hurt that part.  Just the winter weather... dark and cold.  Though some of it might have to do with the stress of the loan, the house, getting things set up, cleaned, and else.  It's... a stressful set of events.

Just a bit rough.

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Mild aches, a bit sleepy and weary... two different things if related?  Possibly with similar root cause(s)?  I just don't quite know why I can't get to work.  All I know is I have been trying to figure out how to do things.  Dishes, laundry, showering, picking up in the house, this, that, the other things.

My will is there.  Every day I make a list of things to do.  Sometimes I make a huge one, or the list just gets longer over time.  Or... after I realized nothing is being done, and give even the though of it a day off, I'll begin on another day, with a very short list.

So very tired?

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Not a question.  My question is why so tired?  I can barely stand.  Something was in, and thankfully was delivered.  It's... more like Mayberry here.  Gratitude can be offered, but... I just wish I could have gotten out, and managed things myself.  So tired.

I forgot to turn the heat off in this front room until perhaps a half hour ago.  I'll turn the furnace off, shortly, as well.  I seem almost too warm.  And, yet, not?

Up to after 20:00.

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How much after?  I think just after.  But, as I realize it is bedtime, and begin... heading that way?  Time can sometimes slow down a lot.  So that what seems like a few minutes can be even a few hours.  Though, conversely, a few minutes too can seem as a few hours.  My ability to track time becomes absolutely confounded.  Though, I am pretty sure I went to bed between minutes before and a quarter after.

I didn't even hear the two alarm.  When I heard the alarm, I thought it was the two.  Nope, the four.  Which shocked me awake more than enticed me to begin getting up.  It was 54 up there, with the door open.  Still, that was fine, by me.  I did use the electric blanket to start the night.  But slept well and moderately warmly enough.  While not toasty, I never felt chilled.  Which... is enough.

Sixteen out there.

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Or was, when I woke up... between two and three.  If it has been following recent patterns, it's probably pretty much the same.  Though... why not check?  Other than it being freezing out there.  Fine.  Nope, it has warmed.  It is up to 22 F.  So, yeah.  No, the sun isn't out, if it is even really up?  Yes, probably up, but cloudy enough only some light is trickling through.

Coffee this morning, higher blood sugar this morning.  Some beef sticks for a minor breakfast.  Am planning on more toast and spaghetti sauce, if I think that is part of the problem?  Or... well... lots of things could be the problem.

Women, poetry, and holidays?

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Well, and some hair-raising terminology?  Maybe.  Maybe.

When... I accident upon a fine telling of an interesting story?  I share.

Not quite nice.

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Better though.  It was 4 F, when I got up this morning, or still in the early dark anyway.  It's up to 18 F, here a bit before ten.  Still, that is rather cold, just better.  Though, if it does what it did yesterday, and gets up to the upper twenties, that would be pleasant enough.

Keeping up on Sassy.  Her litter boxes are really pleasant, now that I can get to them.  Her water is better, as is the water I use for my drinks now that the r.o. is back in action.  As well, if it isn't on my list, I may get to work on the refrigerator.  Looking for old stuff to toss.  Perhaps clean a drawer if it has a fruit or veggie in it that has gone south.

Sometimes I wonder.

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Worry?

Do they actually... maybe... understand?  Or... even someone?

Down before 16:00.

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Not awake until three?  That's a crazy lot of sleep.  Perhaps the very little work I did yesterday was more than I had thought?  Maybe.  All I know is sleep was good.  Waking took... just a bit of effort.  I had the alarms set for two and four.  Couldn't make it up at the two, dreaded the four.  Three... worked out.

As well, I set up dishes this morning.  Not perfectly.  I did order some of those larger busboy pans.  The dish pans I have are far too small for my large pans, and even my medium pots.  good only for dishes and flatware.  I don't use dishes, so much, at this point.  If that may be changing.  If I can get ahead of things, figure out the dish washer... or more begin using it quickly.  The difficulty is that I am just one.  And only eat once or twice a day, sometime skipping meals for a week as well.  So... getting enough dishes to put in... takes time.  Ugh.  Too many, to few, always something.

More and more.

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I got two more bags of recycling ready and out.  Not a lot, but something.  That's six bags of stuff put out today.  A bit of a start.  Hoping to do at least that much daily.  As well, have success build on success.  Hopefully getting more done per day, per session, over time.  Will... see... now won't we?

As well, I got the burger fried, and a spaghetti sauce going.  Nothing fancy, but it should do.  I sniffed while it was cooking, tasted when it was finished... both hot and when it had cooled.  A bit old, but... not bad, or even freezer burn tasting.  Just... older.  And... it is!  Hopefully, in the sauce, it won't be too rough.  It really wasn't even terribly old, just... a bit old.

He is off to a good start.

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Problems, hiccups, doubts remaining, and getting some of this to be legislated?  All valid issues.  But... not first few day issues.  So far he came out of the gates swinging.  And I have serious doubts if he is finished.  Trump is doing very well.  I honestly doubted just about every thing he said.  Still do.  When millions, probably tens of millions, of illegals are repatriated?  As soon as even a quarter of the EOs are legislated, and have faced courts?  We'll revisit.

Not much to be done if this was it.  The deal has been struck, the president is alive and in place.  Well, nothing positive can be done.  Was happy to see he took the swearing in to indoors.  I truly worried he would let his hubris get him shot.  Even though I don't believe, per se, I have hope.

A bit of a surprise.

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Trash, the two bins needing sorted anyway, were finished filling then taken on out.  As well,  while at it, I collected two bags of recycling and got those out.  Nothing fancy, but it is something.

Then I started on pots and pans, for cooking anyway.  The burger smelled good.  Will find out while frying it.  If that proves out as well, I'll be able to make spaghetti meat sauce.  Otherwise I'll toss that, and just wait for fresher burger to thaw.  I also did find a larger stock pot, clean, for making the "pasta".

So hungry.

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The place is a mess.  Not sure what is available.  Not sure I can cook.  There is burger, if it is any good?  And, I'd like to make spaghetti, with the new type of noodles which are supposed to be low carb.  Need to test those.  But... would have to cook the sauce, and find a pot big enough to cook the spaghetti in.  Or is one ready?  Ugh.

Tired in a very strange way.  It is still cool, cold actually, at 7 F out there.  The sun has been up.  It just doesn't matter.  Warm in here.  Between the hot water bottle, furnace, electric heater, and hand warmer packets, oh and a cap I am wearing as it cooled off so much, I am doing fairly well.  Other than extra exhaustion.

Almost to a step now.

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Down around 19:00, again.  Up at two.  But, this time, I have the alarms set for two and four.  Now to put the breaks on, if possible.  I've got two to four hours of skid time.  Will be attempting to get back to days.  And so it starts.  It'll... last as long as it does.  

I has warmed up out there.  Earlier (the actual morning, after sunup), it got up to 4 degrees.  Almost a warm spell.  But this early dark morning?  It's way up, to 8 degrees F!  I'm thinking about a sun tanning session.  Drats, I don't have a thing to wear.  And... that would be cruel and unusual punishment... to my neighbors.  Oh well.

Well, it's about bedtime.

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I did warm, finally.  And stayed warm most of the day.  So much so I turned the heat off in this front room, and a few hours later reduced the furnace.  To 66?  Maybe not, but did kick it down.  Now I'll turn it down much more.  Oh, and with it being so cold out, I opened the door to the upstairs, in hopes it will warm a bit.  Will leave it open.

No more food, or drink.  Water, but that doesn't count.  And not much of it.  Oh, wait, I did have some potted corned beef on crackers.  Blood sugar dropped down to 107, from a fasting high of 148.  A forty one point drop is nice.  Sure, I shouldn't go off keto, let alone carnivore.  But some days... it will happen.

It's struggling to warm in here.

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The furnace is up a bit warmer.  The electric heating in here is a touch higher.  I have had a fatted coffee and a tea and chia seed breakfast to help warm me.  Am dressed warmly.  Am using the hand warmers, mostly keeping them in my pockets.  Hmm, though you know?  With my hands warm, and pockets a bit too toasty?  I just put them in my croc's.  With socks on...  Yes, laugh.  I'll take warm and socks over bare and frigid... if it only helps a bit.

Oh, and I almost always wear socks, anymore, for another reason.  When leaving my legs bare, the old wound started coming back.  Got scaly.  Couldn't seem to get that to heal.  Socks... stopped the deterioration, but couldn't fix the problem.  Which is why I used sandpaper on my leg, to remove the scaliness.  Right down to bleeding.

Awake, at two.

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I ended up being awake until 18:48 or something crazy.  Sleep was pretty good, other than being cold?  I used the electric blanket twice.  Usually only ever turning it on for a few hours.  I just woke up absolutely frigid.  Ah, it was 50 up there.  Near me.  The coldest nights, this year, so far, that I have seen, have been 54, usually closer to 57.  If I forget to shunt the furnace, it can get to 61.  So, yes.

Cold outside?  I checked after feeding Sassy and clearing her litter boxes.  Baby, it is cold out there.  Like, as in 2 below in standing air.  Though, checking around the house, there is a slight steady breeze out in the open.  Enough for a wind chill, in the unprotected areas?  I'd say yes.  And it is a colder wind than the standing air.  Just enough extra bite that you'd know it.

Nearing 16:00.

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I might make it.  Possibly even to 17:00?  Maybe.

After soup this morning, and coffee, and tea, I made chicken brats and sauerkraut again.  Not absolutely super, but not bad.  Better, this time, or seemed to be.  Maybe I just got used to it?

Right.

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That was a lot of cat litter.  But, finally, got the litter boxes emptied, and that out to the bin, then the bin out to the roadside.  About killed me.  I... have gotten weak.  Still, all good.  As well, I reset the best litter boxes.  I am considering keeping all three in play now?  Or just two?  If I keep up on them, they aren't too bad.  Though, perhaps three would just be too much to juggle?  I'm... thinking.

I enjoyed the last of the soup, and coffee.  Water until just a bit ago, then I went in for tea.  I played the game a bit.  But... ran out of steam for even that.  So went to reading, looking, listening.

Midnight waking time, again.

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So be it.  Sleep was good.  Waking was easy enough.  Not a bad world, or time.  Well, no pain anyway.  A bit sleepy, weary, even exhausted.  I can't play games all that long.  I just... burn out after a half hour or so.  Mostly just drifting around the internet, looking for something.

I was glad to see Trump moved the swearing in ceremony to a safer venue.  If... he actually did that.  Difficult to know.  Wiser than I thought, if so.  He really is a showman.  Perhaps having a public ear piercing taught him something, and maybe allowed him to understand that his security wasn't... his.  Oh, they would have cried over the spilled milk, if he had died.  But... either were chosen for their incompetence, or were in on the gig.  Still, indoors.  Good.  And, probably well out of the zone intended.  How many democrats were going to be in attendance?  Jews?  Can I see your hand, friend?  Just... curious.

Nothing.

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Nothing  done.  I have made it awake to 15:00, or just about.  By the time I close up shop and get to bed, it will be that or after.  Fancy?  Maybe not.  But it's... a bit more than yesterday.  Even haven awaken around midnight, was it?  Not a long day.  Given my state, the weather, and else, it is good.

As warm as the temp is, in the house?  I feel cool to cold.  Not sure what the problem is.  It was 20 out there around sunup, or sunup plus a few hours.  Between the sun hitting the roof, and electric heating, this front room is up to over 81.  This is as close to a sun room as I have in the house.  I think that is a part of it.

A new way.

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I have a horrible time trying to make omelets.  Why?  I don't know.  I have tried to make them in cast, in stainless, and in high carbon pans.  I have attempted to use the flattop griddle.  Well, I think that is every way I have tried.  Very unsuccessfully.  I end up just... calling them scrambled eggs, and trying to removed them before they more than browned.

I... want omelets.  Especially, with things in it.  Onion, meats of various sorts, some veggies, mushrooms, and cheese.  Sometimes a lot of things, sometimes just a few things.  I really like omelets.  Not much else I can do about it, I thought.

Down at...

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I think 14:00~15:00?  About then.  Right in there.  I didn't want to go to bed so early, wanted to push through at least to 17:00.  Couldn't.  I... pushed... ten minutes after checking time, and thinking on things.  I could not stay awake a moment longer.

Sleep was very good.  Though my feet and lower legs felt cool, cold even.  I say felt, because when actually tested, touched, they were just fine.  It's a nerve thing, probably due to too many years of diabetes.  Neuropathy?  Or some such.  A form of it?  Something.

Wasn't sure when I went to bed.

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After reading the last post, thinking it might hold clues... couldn't remember with certainty though... yes.  I went to bed right after typing the sending.  I was absolutely shot.

I am trying various things to get and keep my feet warmer at night.  I have the electric blanket, and water bottles to be filled with hot water with warm cozies of their own.  While out yesterday I changed added sam's club to my club list, and will be letting costco go.  It's a dei thing.  Costco is a bitter clinger.  I won't allow it to profit from my business as such.  Most companies are coming around, some are doubling down.  Choices have consequences.

A bit of work.

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Boxes, in the front room, and elsewhere.  All of them?  At least many, perhaps most, broken down and taken in.  As well, the old fridge and microwave tended.  A bit of business too.  But... I am awake when I would normally be waking!  Sure, the last few days have been odd, but for a week or three before that, I was waking in the afternoon.

Exhausted beyond reason.  But I can't quite sleep.  Still, it'll happen soon.

Got it.

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A few calls were made.  Here, there, this part of that bank, that, and the title company.  Yes, no, maybe.  More calls.  Finally, not only working, but thing were arranged and made operational.

With it working, I called and electronically paid three of the bills.  One through my savings account, in the other bank, because the card from my other other bank wasn't working.  It may have hit a cap, possibly for the week.  But... I should have... four debts paid, and having spent much less than I thought would be spent?  Strange.  But good.

Nobody there?

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Maybe, but I saw a pattern.  And liked it.

I've heard these things before.  Mixed messages, much?

White tea, mint, my sweetener, and chia seed.

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I was, sadly, out of whole raw cream.  Still?  Not bad, not at all.  And rather warming.  The house is warm, again.  Nearing time to take a shower.

Gaming, for a bit, in there.  Can't focus well, but... know the game well enough that it's not so much a worry.  Even if my 'toon dies, I'm not in a hurry to find out what happens next, or... such.  And, I am sure I can get back to the things dropped at death.  It just isn't a stress.

To sleep, then back up already.

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Not exactly certain when I went back to bed.  My last post was around 18:00/18:30.  Or so.  I think I ended up crashing shortly after, no more than an hour or two.  Sleeping until midnight, give or take.  That doesn't make sense.  I haven't been eating all that much, but some.  I have been taking medicine.  As well, drinking enough.

The one problem that seems to exist is that I can't seem to get, or stay, warm enough.  I have the furnace up.  As well, am warming this front room during the times I am awake.  When sleeping, I am using the electric blanket.  I have altered between using it just a few hours, to extending that.

Strange.

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I can't be sure when I went to bed.  After eleven, before thirteen hundred?  If I had to guess.  Crashed, hard, for... whatever reason.  Hmm, yes, I am stretching days.  A few days ago, I think, I had been going to sleep around six?  Six to nine for the last, say, month?  Yeah.  But why did I wake at 17:00, almost exactly.

Oh... noises, alarms, something happening next door.  I stepped out to look.  A chainsaw, or other gas powered emergency device, was being used.  But I can't see what.  Too far, through too much else.  But too, it's not just one vehicle.  There were at least three fire trucks there?  I am sure I saw three, unless one was mongo long, but even then there would be two.  If I think three.  Though, probably police, possibly ambulance(s) too?

Up around midnight.

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Around?  Awake a quarter to, not up until a quarter after, give or take a nickel or time in any direction.  Time, when waking, is just not noted well, remembered exactly.

Sleep was very good, when I could finally get to it.  Noon, thirteen hundred, later yet?  I... was so far off track I have no idea.  The last time I remember seeing was eleven thirty?  But I was awake much later, by hours, I am certain.  All good.  As long as I got the medical arrangement sorted, I'm fine.

Did it.

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It wasn't just about staying awake.  That was the prerequisite.  I then needed to be able to tell the phone was going off, and answer it successfully.  Seems an easy thing, but my phone is bugged to hell and back.  Is it Verizon, the phone, or... something, someone, else?  I'm looking at changing phone companies.  Not sure it will matter, only one way to find out.

Received a call, to reset the kidney doctor allowance through the VA.  Every six months, they say.  Can be set up three months in advance.  If... I can contact someone who speaks English, then get it going.  As is, it will take 38 days, on average, before they get the allowance through.  To be honest, that isn't worth the hassle.  Since it is going, I'll do it this last time, or two.  Then.... no.  All he, and the heart doctor have to offer, is statins.  Which have little to do with either of their specialties.  If that is all they can do, that is damage.  Which means they aren't useful.  I'll have to let them go.

The steak was still good.

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Well, I hope.  After opening, inspecting, touching, sniffing?  It... seemed good.  So I fried it.  No more oven baking, that seems to just get it too done.  I'll either have to skip that, or cut the steaks closer to two inches thick.  An extra half inch, and a shorter oven time?  For now, I'll just pan fry them.  Crusty and raw.

As well, I had keto crackers, with keto peanut butter, and keto strawberry jam.  Will test blood sugar a few hours after a tea... in a bit.  Loving that white tea.  Sweetened this time.  Every other time, though especially when eating higher carbs.  The sweetener concoction reduces blood sugar.  When tested.  And, while everything was carnivore or keto, I may have had too much of the latter.  It just tasted so good!

I didn't post?

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I've been up... for a while.  Gamed, just a bit.  Made and drank coffee.  Looked here, and there, online.  Keeping Sassy fed.  Fed her twice already.  And it's about time to feed her again.  I keep... trying to do some work.  I keep failing.  I keep thinking about making some food.  I fail at that too.  Hungry, a bit.  Just not enough to really dig in.

There has to be something.  Sardines?  A bit tight, in my current state.  I had soup yesterday.  Not much, burning the rest of the pot, and all... twice.  Bleh.  That pan may be shot.  And it's a pricey one.  Oh well.

Had hoped to be awake earlier.

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It just didn't work out.  I was expected to do something, and I failed.  I doubted I could go, but I might have been able to send something.  It just didn't happen.  Alarm clocks be damned.  I didn't even hear them.  Not sure why.  Though that isn't completely unusual.

Just a bit of work.  Very little, tiny bits.  But several.  Resetting water, and containers... one for now anyway, for they r.o. system.  Really, the goal is to have two or three half gallon jugs of the stuff, plus keep the carafe full.  So that making tea, having soup water, or such, is... possible, in multiples even at the same time.  I will say, tea and coffee taste much better with water run through that system.

Women. Bah!

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Women...  on the mind.  They... crawl in, and don't want to leave.

Of course, music vid pops don't help.

I got nothing.

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Hoping to wrangle recycling.  Not sure even that will happen.  While... stumbling through life, I stumbled over two old and a new vid.  Someone thinks they are funny.  I won't fault them.  A couple are chuckle worthy.  The other?  Meh.  But I like it.

So... here.  A song and a few vids, if all are... representative... of... whatever.

A... few things.

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Some music, vids, thoughts.

As a hermit, I might know?  I do say.

So much for ideas.

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Down slightly before ten... or eleven?  Something.  I posted slightly before, but sometimes I slide toward bed, not dropping then and there.  Can't remember which way it went this time.  Up after 19:00 though, between a quarter and thee quarters after.  I am going to have to check the alarm clock.  I swore I read 23:00 and change.  If, too, when waking, I can terribly mistake what I am seeing.

No matter.  Just a bit of shock when I saw the time down here, then checked several other time keeping devices and systems to make sure this one clock wasn't off.

The idea is a nap.

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The reality will be more like waking sometime between 20:00 and 0:00 hours.

I wanted to cook a steak.  Just couldn't do it.  I did get the r.o. run through to clean, then set up for tea.  Nice, very nice to have clean water back on the menu.  And the tea was superb.  I didn't add sweetener, which will take some familiarization.  But... it was quite good even so.  I'll do that on days when I had coffee, or when I'm having an extra tea.  Or... sometimes just because.

The questions asked.

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Far easier to answer in my way.  Easier?  I can't say.  Easier for me.

Do they ever understand?  Can they?  If not, they wouldn't understand if told.

Sleep schedule is weird.

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Not sure when I went back to bed.  Early afternoon?  Later?  I... just can't recall.  Awake at around 22:30, give or take a quarter hour.  Sassy was fed, coffee was brewed, and toast.  The new keto bread.  But, with cause this time, not just because.  I purchased keto jam, strawberry.  I wanted to give it a spin.

It's called Choczero, ChocZero?  Something.  It has 6 carbs per tablespoon.  I only used a teaspoon, on three slices, though tablespoons are... difficult to get exact.  The idea was to use just one serving.  It spread easily enough that that wasn't difficult.  As a fact, as I was practicing, I started cutting the dose.  I would say an half teaspoon will do well enough.

Crashing.

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Help arrived though.  I had an area, in the kitchen, I needed opened up.  I did help.  But didn't do more than a small portion.  Beside opening that up, he got the r.o. countertop device going.  I couldn't see the markings.  Eyes... as you get older.  Though, after a bit of fiddling, he figured it out.  Then showed me.  I can do that, from now on.

I was afraid of twisting the filters off, perhaps damaging the filters or the machine.  All good.  I ran one pot through, emptied.  Ran another through.  That is it for today.  Tomorrow I am hoping to run two more batches.  With the filters being new, they have charcoal running through them, and maybe other chemicals.

When did I go down?

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Sometime midafternoon.  After 16:00, not quite to 18:00?  Just guessing.  I was so absolutely exhausted that even getting to bed was a serious chore.  I kept nodding off as I sat here.  Surprised I haven't fall from my perch doing that.  At least I wasn't nodding off behind the wheel.  I started waking at midnight thirty.  Tried to keep down.  Made it a mere half hour before I simply couldn't stay down anymore.

Not that waking was easy, or smooth.  I kept.. nodding off on the way out and up.  Though, once on my feet, and dressed, life evened out a bit.  How do I keep on living?  I honestly can't say.  Assuming no one is trying to poison me, or otherwise interfere, and I don't make any such assumptions... but just for simplicity let us stay that.  Just how I feel, many, almost every day... since... what... early to mid fall?

Signed and sealed.

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The HELoC?  Is completed.  I have to wait, for payments, then for those to go through.  The first thing this does is pays all my debts.  Bringing the loan all under one roof and, generally, at a lower and singular interest rate.  Perfect?  Close enough.  Then life goes from there.

I need to work with my other bank.  With that debt, through them (the bike) paid off, I'll cut back on what they get.  But... that becomes Christmas fund.  Which means, this coming year, if weather holds, I could visit my mother.  I'll keep enough going that I can go, and stay, without dipping into my income.  Plus, arrive bearing gifts.

I am not the only one who can't seem to sleep.

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Digging.  With intent.

Too much to show all.  Some of my favored uncovered, and some... I think... that just go with the theme.  Tiptoe lightly, youngling.  Older than me?  After what you have uncovered, you... still think so?  *grins*

Mockery, commiseration, a nod, or else?

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The sense of things.  I... don't know if this is a reaction to my last post, or... something else.  I... don't see you, but I see what you suggest.

By which name do you suggest you know me?

I am pretty sure.

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Someone.

Needed more sleep.

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Went in for a nap.  Say, around 14:00, 14:30?  The latter or later.  A few hours, I thought.  Up at 19:00.  Does that still count?  Headache.  Mild.  Haven't napped in a very long time, and am trying to wrestle my schedule around.  So, there is that.  A mild headache.  I won't treat it.  Though, now, I have... three types of painkillers (otc), with one more type on it's way.  Not because I use a lot.  More because I would rather mix types on the rare times I use them, and try to use ones that work better with certain pains?  Since returning to carnivore, no need.  Mostly.

Someone keeps calling, offering $35k "emergency" loan, grant, or such.  I just laugh.  Can imagine what the interest rate on that would be... a leg, arm, and first and last born child.  Seriously.  Spammy spam spam and eggs.  Or eggs and spam.  Maybe spam, eggs, and spam?  At least they made it an English speaking woman, not a dot indian.  Still... Spammy, spam, spam.  No eggs.  Have to laugh, list as spam, block, and chuckle some more.

Awake before noon.

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Not moving with great speed or agility.  If not stumbling in pain and misery.  I slept well.  Went to bed just before six, waking at a bit before noon.  I almost want more sleep, but I... can't.  I need to reset things, even if just for a day or week, or so.  Or... try.

My toe is feeling much better since I went back more solidly to carnivore.  If it is gout, gout isn't caused by meat.  My (foster) father suffered with it for years, on the SAD (standard American diet).  They tried to break from it, but broke more toward vegetarianism.  My (adopting) mother suffers with it, and has for many years.  She believes it is meat, her doctors told her that too.  At this point, she doesn't have choices as to her diet.  But she did before.  Believed the doctors, and continued to suffer.

Potted beef, crackers, and coffee.

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Not the fanciest of dinners, breakfasts.  But it worked.  Keto crackers, still I am careful with their use.  I had been thinking of another steak, tonight.  Or some portion.  Was wanting food, but not wanting that much fuss.  So this.  Though, I think I'll have chicken brats and sauerkraut later, instead of steak.  Not fancy either, but a change.  And, still, carnivore enough for my tastes.

News.  The loan went through.  I have it set up to get my other debts paid off, so I only have to focus on this.  I will be changing a few things with how I bank.  Setting up automatic payments, as well, so that I will be paying off as I go along, on top of taking out.  During the summer, when work is less likely, I can spin more money into it.  Still have to sign, but it's coming up.

Awake a bit later than hoped.

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Wednesday?  Yep.  Up nearing 18:00.  Bleh.  Sassy was fed, bladder was let out for a walk.  Packages were collected from the stoop.

While finding a bread, or in the process, I wanted to find fruit spreads that would work with it.  Not for daily.  No keto friendly food, that is on the sweeter side, can generally be had too regularly.  Once, or twice, a week.  Same with the bread, most likely.  That bread really was seriously good.  I am hoping this orange marmalade is too.  The trick is limited amounts, rarity of use, and adding butter, and maybe drinking with a very high fat coffee.  It's all a trick, and yet not.  It is simply, at this point, how my body works in the healthiest way possible.

Still up, but shouldn't be.

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Finished the steak.  Had another coffee.  Kept Sassy in food as well.

Someone has been picking them.  I think a recent post or dozen have someone(s) picking through the scratch, looking for... indicators?  Or... just having a larf.

Steak and coffee.

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I thought I had forgotten to pull steak out of the freezer.  Nope.  It was raring and ready.  Thawed in the fridge, is all.  Attempting that, as I have heard it is better, safer?  I don't know.  I just didn't think it actually worked.  It... it works.  Baked, but this time at 350, not higher as I have been doing... and getting it too done.  Then pan fried for five on the first run, three minutes on a final run.  I... will probably bake it for more like ten minutes, once the oven is to temp, from now on.  Still... rather good.  Half, *cough* more like a third, went into a bag and into the fridge for tomorrow.  Or later.

Coffee is an absolute delight.  If you like the stuff.  I don't like it.  I love it.  With the sweetener that works for my diabetes issues, and a bucket of cream?  Which works pretty well with keto, for me carnivore, and definitely for diabetes?  What's not to like.  Like caramel coffee, only not diabetic spike or drop... and with weight loss?  Who knew.  Other than nutritionists, doctors, lawyers, politicians, bureaucrats and everyone else who tried to deny us access to such foods, especially of the raw sort.  But hey... nothing a few million tarring and featherings, hangings, and war crime type trials won't solve.  Sure, I'll forgive.  Right after the guilty hang.  And even forget.

Oh, right... youall.

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I... had phone calls to make, emails to read, this and that.

A doc called.  I meant to call them anyway.  Something about VA reimbursement lapsed, so they are working on it.  Okay.  I meant to delay our visit anyway.  So... all good.  Back to coffee.  Yeah!  Seriously, I miss the stuff when I take a long break from it.  Tea has been wonderful, but... I like coffee occasionally.  Today's the day, today's the day!

Awake for a while.

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I tried to wake earlier yet.  Made it awake, finally, at 14:30?  Perhaps as much as a quarter or score before?  Something in there.  More or less.  Fed Sassy.  Went looking for information my bank lady needs.  Found it, sent it.  It looks like the loan went through, they just need... more data, proof, whatnot.  I don't have all of it, sent what I have or can get.

Oh, my plan of being done with the house by March is... very unlikely.  Perhaps next March.  Not possible, this year.  Not sure I want to list it in the fall or winter, though... would look at the possibility.  Not sure what costs exist for listing.  Or else.  Will investigate several companies.  See what... schedule can be worked.

Slowly.

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I had hoped to do some gaming, feed Sassy, trim my whiskers, and to have been on to bed hours ago.  By four hours ago, or so?  I... just couldn't.  I kept Sassy fed, ate myself and had tea.  Gamed a bit.  Finally got a shower in.  It was all just taking so very long just to attempt to get things done.  Ugh.

Blood sugar, this 'morning', was 140.  Which is a very nice 38 point drop, from yesterday 'morning'.  And, after steak and veggies, then tea, and a few hours, blood sugar is... 119?  That is... 62 points better than my later reading yesterday.  Well, okay.  I guess I really do need to eat, and mostly carnivore.

So wanted coffee and cream.

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After a taste, after taking nearly a week off from that, my hunger for it became intense.  I had two, or maybe three.  Wanted one today so desperately.  But, no.  Tea it was.  Green, gunpowder... so called because they leaves are rolled in such a way that they roughly resemble gunpowder.  Very roughly.  Or so I heard.

This time I let the water cool, and got it to where green tea is supposed to be brewed.  Then only gave it three minutes to steep.  Reserving the tea for a second run.  They say you can do two, three, even up to five runs.  I have not found that so.  Two is, usually, as many as I will go.  Though, this time, I am trying to run this green tea through at shorter runs, and with the right temp of water.  So will try three on this.  If it's just water, on the third, I'll pour it out and get fresh.  I won't sip on hopium, or copium.  I want tea, Jim!

Steak and veggies.

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That was pretty good.  The steak I cooked yesterday was an end cut.  And even the thicker part ended up overcooked.  Not... all that good.  I only ended up eating half.  Just could not do the whole thing.

Tonight, the steak was evenly cut, or at least evenly thick.  I think there was a bit of an angle to it.  It happens, when cutting by hand.  I ate half of it, will put the rest up.  Probably finish the veggies, had half of those already.  Quite enjoyed the meal.

Oh, dreams.

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Strange dreams.

In the first one, I found my uncle, dying in a field.  He had been in an accident.

He had been thrown from his truck.  It has been raining, or snow had thawed, I don't remember all.  As he was going around a corner, his truck went off the road, onto the shoulder.  Which usually isn't a problem.  But, this time, it was muddy.  It caught the front tire, stopping the truck, catapulting him through the roof.

Tried to sleep longer.

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Got maybe another hour, hour and a half in?  Over my recent efforts.  Was able to stay awake just an hour or so longer.  Those don't always match, especially when my days and nights are circling the toilet.  Who... flushed!  Bah.  At least I wasn't in the shower?

Heating the oven, for another steak.  Best pull some out to thaw.  I seem to be eating well.  Two steaks out.  Then I'll fast a bit.  Steak must have helped?  Blood sugar is down to 140.  Yes, I needed food.  Right food.  I'll... keep at it.  Just tea and water?  No, I'll have corn and peas, with butter, along with the steak tonight.

Steaks.

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Finally got to the ribeye roast.  It has been in the fridge for... a while.  Vacuum sealed, refrigerated, seems to have lasted just fine?  I'll find out.  I kept one out to cook right now.  So hungry.  Probably won't be able to eat much, but... will eat.  Though, never can tell.  Sometimes after a longer fast, intended or in this case not, I can... eat a lot.  Will find out, now won't we.

I put one in the fridge, the rest in the freezer.  The one to be cooked is cooking.  I refused to wait around for that.  Cut them myself.  Somewhere between 1 1/2" and 2", should... be good meals.  It's been a while since I have eaten.  Well, good food, carnivore food.  Keto, maybe.  If that doesn't seem to cut it.

Strange.

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Coffee and cream and water else.  Blood sugar is up three points, to 181.  Something is very wrong.  Not sure what is happening.  I do know, no more cream and coffee, if that was going to be changed out anyway.  For now.  I have been eating more vegetable stew, if with chicken and salmon.  Surprised blood sugar is up.

Well the crackers, but even four of those is only 22 net carbs, and eaten with canned corned beef (not with potatoes or else, either).  Hmm... not sure what the problem is.  I haven't been eating steak, or meat in general.  I did cut cream for this last while.  Not sure what the problem is.  Will... continue to explore.

Up at 16:00.

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That has been my schedule the last three days?  Trying to lean into the day, morning, failing.  It's like a young plant, my schedule.  It'll push along for a few days, or weeks, or month.  Then just stop!  Until it gets what it wants, or needs.  Until I am rested well again?  Until I am fed?  Until I manage meds well, if I have lost them in the schedule shuffle?  But, yeah.

So, for a few days, I have been stuck going to bed between, say, six thirty and nine thirty?  Or so.  Eight thirty this morning.

A way to cook steak in the winter.

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Well, there is the indoors.  But... that is indoors.  A bit of a problem?  Sort of.  It's messy, to cook steak especially, indoors.  The propane tanks don't work well.  It has been warm enough this year, mostly.  But, still, it can get sticky, then stuck, then... that is it... for that tank.

What I had been thinking was a charcoal, cowboy as I prefer that muchly, chimney.  The regular charcoal grill, during the winter, has too much separation between the coals and meat.  And takes a very long time to heat up.  However, that chimney, used to start the coals in the summer?  Would do.

Blood sugar was rather high.

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No, I've been eating rightly, for a while.  If... I ate at all.  Running at 199 after waking up.  I had a tea, with my sweetener system, which I thought reduced things.  Then some soup.  A few hours after the soup, it was up to 201?  Crazy.  Crazy high.  What... was different?  No coffee and cream all week.  I have been cutting back on cream, for several reasons.

So... I decided to have a coffee with cream.  Well, and the sweetener.

A whisper, lingered?

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After a post, several days ago?  Someone, something, began to whisper.  It continues.

I ignore all such.  Until... I don't.  Fine.  I'll... post.

Awake, for a while now.

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A few hours awake, or so?  Strange.  I... keep forgetting to post first thing.  Required?  No.  But... usual, preferred.  Not... to inform others, or brag that I am still alive?  No.  To... inform my schedule, craft plans and hopes, and... get my mind working.  It helps, or I think it may.  Tending my design, waking my thoughts, perhaps even producing hunger.

Hunger, like other greeds, tempered, can guide ones thoughts, and often deeds.

Stuck?

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Sort of, yes.  Can't sleep, want to sleep.  Can't do much while awake.  Frustrating.

So... what can I do about it?  Pout.  Write a blog post about it.  Think about it.  Look for options.  Probably some other options, but there are a few.

Grumbles.

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Was discussing Roman lead problems.  One of my dailies, knowingly or not, took up the challenge.  Choosing a statist cunt, to walk them through that the state is their friend, and it's all good, and... maybe even keep taking the jab?  Just... saying.  Don't butt heads with me.

The vid they presented?

A bit... stout.

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Chicken and veggie soup, with a touch of spices and herbs, both hot and... standard?  Savory?  Is good.  Add in a can of salmon?  That's... a bit stout.  It really pushes my fish capacity.  No, no, I was careful with the purchased of the canned salmon.  Wild caught, the right kind, etc, etc, etc.  No, it's just that canning that particular fish seems to make it much stronger.  Plus, my ability to handle fish of some sorts is already limited.

Until the wife of a very kind, forgiving, neighbor cooked some, for me?  I didn't think I liked the stuff.  I don't know what she did, but that was as delicious as any of my favored fish, without any weird... flavors, or fishiness.  So, I sort of began stretching.  Canned salmon takes me back to why I didn't think I could handle it.

Oh, didn't post?

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Up a few hours ago.  Too early for the bedtime, but too late for what time my body thinks I should be awake.  So... a bit of a milder headache to start the day.  Two hours and twenty later, or so, the headache is gone.  Felt cold.  Because it was could?  Yes.  So I turned the heat up, front and back.  Still feels cold, but reads rather warm?  Bah.  Hate that.  I'll turn the heat off in this room shortly.  Leave the furnace on until bedtime.

Oh, right, a friend reminded me that a soup or stew as quite doable.  I haven't gotten to that yet.  As well, tea.  No cream, for much of the week.  And, after a break from caffeinated drinks for a few days, I can handle tea again.  And coffee, but I want to cut cream just a bit, for a bit.  Tea really is nice stuff, if it isn't overpowering.

A quarter to eight?

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Bah!

On the good side, I thought I was out of water.  My r.o. system needs tinkered with, but... I... haven't gotten to it.  I checked my little fridge, sure I had used the water in there.  Nope.  I had two twelve packs, of the plain (which is fast becoming my preferred).  So, I started having some.  I had been down to just two for yesterday, or three?  I needed, wanted anyway, more water.

Still awake.

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Tinkering with the game.  At ease, no pain.  Hungry, just not able to do much about that.  Still, it's a good quiet night and life.  I'll feed Sassy in a bit, then close up shop, going on to bed.

I'd like to get a shower.  That just can't happen.  Not for pains, or aches, but at this point I am tired.  The day is slipping around again.  The pains and else of late... I could suggest those are to blame.  But I know better.  I just lose time, like an antique clock, old beyond it's usefulness.  I can't keep time.

Doing well.

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Very strange.  The toe is almost completely back to normal, at the moment, for the day.  Since waking up it has been well behaved.  Walking on it isn't an issue.  It doesn't hurt one way or the other.  And, yes, from time to time, I... test limits.  Not trying to find absolute limits, simply testing normal functions... whether that hurts or not.  If I ran into pain in the process, then I would... push, stretch, test further.

No, it is doing well.  Everything is doing well.  I have no idea why, but I'll gladly take it.  I wasn't thinking I would get to die, but I thought I might have to suffer a bit deeper for a while.  And, I did, for months in there.  I may have months left of it, years, decades.  But... not today!  :)

Down at two, up at noon.

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Give or take.  Still pushing to get down a bit earlier.  But, last night, I was up to... see, hear, things.  Maybe.  Did get startled by fireworks.  Which always... sort of tickles me... when I sort it out.  Sort of spooks me... the distant popping and else, and the windows and door jiggling.  Have to laugh when I remember.  Later than I thought they would be going off is all, this time.

Foggy, cool to cold, almost spooky looking out there this morning.  Beautiful, in an eerie way.  Not much snow around, which is strange.  Nice, for getting out and about and such.  Not good for water in the spring.  This year much, next years some, next year little.  Cycles.