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.