Fasting, and email problems.

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I have no idea when I went to bed.  I woke around 15:00.  Blood sugar was 195, has since climbed to 218 for no good reason.  It was down to 145 yesterday, between meals.  No, I don't understand.  No food today or tomorrow, if plans follow.  Perhaps longer if possible.  If I can fast for five days I will.  I'll just have to crack down.  As I have brought bp down, and am bringing blood sugar down, I will bring my a1c down.  BP was good, enough.

I received great news.  An old friend sent an email saying he would like to visit.  He was a neighbor physics grad student when I was in engineering school.  We split a ranch.  He mowed for a meal or two a week.  We used to... butt heads on everything.  Not quite Archie and Meathead, both of the conservative side, both going more conservative, just at different places and at various speeds... uhrm, velocities.  :p

Anyway... the one time in years I have needed gmail it fails.  Says something about not being able to confirm the host.  He has the same domain, is it, since then, perhaps back to high school.  Their suggested fix?  Contact the sender to have them go to a link and figure it out.  It's my only contact point.  I checked a number I had, but nope.  He must have changed it, or lost it while figuring out finances after school.  I tried to look him up.  May have found him, but no new or local number.

I even tried to create new email accounts, but no.  I'll figure something out.  Apparently he doesn't read here anymore, if he ever did?  If you do, just talk in the comments, B.  Dratted drats.  I was going to warn him about the dry heat.  He lived in L.V. for a goodly spell, no need.  I'll figure something out shortly.

I'll have to get cracking on the cave and my guns.  For an academic he was alright.  We used to do scotch if we have both at least cut way back.  A few shots a month, mostly.  Not even every month.  He might be interested in boating, and seeing the valley and canyons, a bit anyway.  I've been itching to get out, just can't do it for myself.

Oh, I best get vitamins going.  While the water pills are keeping my lungs dry, they are also washing a lot of stuff out, minerals... the electrolytes... which leads to leg cramps.  While it isn't causing spasms, it has become a near permanent ache from a mild charliehorse, in my left lower leg, mostly below the calf.  Yeah.

It got at least into the low 80's F, remaining much cooler in here.  It is almost time to start the ac upstairs.  Just a few hours in the morning, perhaps, if I'll hold off for a bit.  It is getting as low as the low 40's at night.  Opening it all up helps, just have to close it all before noon, earlier now probably.  Hmm, running just the fan upstairs, at night, might be good.  But it's a memory and physical effort issue to mess with it every day.  Perhaps another timer?

I best get to something.  Perhaps start cleaning, get returns together and set to go, and shower?  In a bit.  I'll look for vitamins, try to get that all set up first.  Later.

Always something.

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Boiled eggs, belt sizes, returns, towels, and more?

I do like boiled eggs.  Often tricky to get just right.  A bit trickier when of different sizes.  Yet so much better home raised.  Only nine fit in the pan I grabbed.  I'll fry the rest shortly.  I even got them semi-hard boiled, how I prefer them.  Questionable?  Are you nuts?  If you eat runny yolks (which I always do), that yolk is more undercooked.  Anyway, I am definitely enjoying country living.  I am cutting back on milk, but I enjoyed going long on that for a while.

As to belts?  A size up is what I was supposed to order.  My bad.  And, no.  There is no wiggle room.  I'll try the jeans before returning, just in case they don't fit.  One return if possible.  I have so many returns I am choking.  Some might have timed out.  I'll find out soon enough.

Oh, the towels which didn't impress me?  By eyes, no.  In practice?  Absolutely wonderful!  I can admit when I was wrong.  Thankfully I don't have to eat crow anyplace but here.  Beyond truly being plush and absorbent, they are massive.  At least 25% bigger than my old bath sheets.  Like a million bucks.  They don't look it though.  I might get a shower tonight just to use one again.

I do need to get vitamins going again.  Cramps.  Legs.  The water pills drain harshly.  A daily multi, plus the major minerals boosted three days a week.  While I am doing exceptionally well with medicine, I never did find and refill vitamins.  I need to refill everything again, again, so now would be a good time.

A nap transformed.

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Down at 8:00.  No choice.  Could not wake until 17:48 or such.  Well, I became aware a few times, had to use the bathroom at least once.  Just couldn't pull it all together.  I was sure it was warm, maybe hot today.  That didn't help either.  Dead, by rights.  Sleep was deep and rich.  Dreams, good ones, out of memories reach.

I couldn't figure out how to tell time.  The girls have managed to unplug the clock in there.  I'll fix that, but it won't change today.  Why would they do it?  Because, or to turn off the glow, or because CORD!  I sometimes think they do have some idea what they are doing, set out with a plan.  Sometimes they just do things.  As with women, which event is from one of those sources or the other you will never know.

No call to the doc.  I may just call, request the information.  I really only need a bit of the data.  Oh, and my post office box has been closed again.  I'll have to get in Monday.  I really need to set up the phone device so as to get rid of the cellphone soon.  Always something, more, else, new.

Blood sugars are bouncing between 170 and 225 without good cause.  Bp is becoming more regularly lower with pulse hitting the lower 80's mostly.  I'm doing what I can.  Sure is getting warm!  I am actually happy about that.  Oh, and my 38's from Dulth are in.  Later.

A short, off, down cycle.

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So hot, tired, and grumpy by the time I got home.  Then not being able to sleep until much later.  Grumpy about more than just the long day.  Restless and more.

I realized my phone was still on airplane mode, and off.  Put it back on and received a message from the doc.  My a1c is... rather high.  As are a few other things indicating my kidneys are taking a beating.  I had decided to hold off to see if my glucose is going down, but realized that isn't necessary.  My local doc took the readings recently.  I forgot to call in and check.  I will do that today.  If the two a1c's are similar I may have to... reconsider some things.  I am not practical at every turn, definitely not at every point in time.  In the longer haul, if that timespan hopefully is shrinking due to an association to, appreciation of, wisdom, it is hoped practicality is becoming surer sooner.  Still not sure about this, or that.  But I will review, reviewing further as needed.

Down around 18:00?  Up at 1:00?  Not perfect, not bad.  Fasting blood sugar is 177.  It was 253 before bedtime.  BP, while not way out, is ugly.  Hey, but I am going to start taking carvedilol twice a day, as intended.  If efficacy diminishes, an easy fix.  I'll check bp again in a few hours, as with blood sugar, before eating.  Bacon, eggs, and milk.  Zounds!

I called my mother, with some information, and curiosity.  She has started working.  Four to six hours a day, perhaps four days a week, plus occasional slot fills.  Enough to keep her active, involved with the world, but hopefully not too worn.  What I wouldn't give to be able to maintain a schedule to do even just that sort of job...  just to be up, out, have some function, use, relevance, social and public presence, if still be slightly personally invisible.  Odd how some people are invisible to others.  These are some of my favorite people... especially when they are so alive when... noticed.  Oh, she did receive her utensils.  Good enough, more than enough.  That is what I like to hear.

Yes.  A bit less grumpy.  A plan.  Not quite so boxed in.  We will see.  Be good, peoples.

We will!  ;p

Brutal day.

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Not a bad day, just a long one.  Bedtime lately has been 9:00.  Which was my appointment time in SLC.  Primary.  Blood work first, so I aimed to be there by 7:00.  Leaving here at 5:15, plus with probable traffic problems?  I could hope to be there by 8:00.  I might have to skip the lab, just do it after.  Traffic was excellent, I was there, parked, and after a short wait, getting my blood drawn at 7:30.  I do my best, it worked today.

I then found where optometry is.  I wasn't able to do more than locate the room.  It didn't open untill my appointment time.  I also checked and they did have my bank set for transportation reimbursement.  No time to fill out a form for today quite yet.  Little bits anyway, then back to primary to wait.

BP was a bit high, but came down after a bit.  Their scale is 20 pounds more than mine.  Since I am wearing 38's, I think they jack the scale.  With vets they hate, they are very passive-aggressive.  They can't be trusted.  As usual, they ignore me when I tell them my main symptom is and always has been exhaustion.  Painful, crippling, exhaustion.  And that most medicine exacerbates that.  Tried to tell me my condition was from heavy drinking after the Navy, but slipped because I got sick IN the Navy as a rare light drinker.  As well, is trying to push insulin.  No.

I had my blood sugar reader, and bp data, out nearly in the vehicle.  Then had to bring something in, brought those in, and forgot them.  Ugh.

After, I did get up to where to get the scripts turned into actual glasses.  A bit of a wait but I felt bad for them.  I went with bifocals, progressives.  As well I got my cd (something diapter) measured for the way the site I will be buying from wanted them measured.  As well, I got a copy of my prescription.  I'll just order distance vision glasses first, online.  If the VA and online glasses check out, then I may bite the bullet on a pair of backup bifocals.  I asked a few questions about how to order, best sized frames, and what a few things meant.  Learning, trying.  They had so much gunk in my eyes when they tested that... I'm not sure it was done right.  That won't happen again.

Finally, I signed for travel.  Deserve?  I expected them to shoot me, if I failed.  But, as I have learned, they were trying to cheat me from the start.  Just weren't quite up to pure murder.  Mostly.  They did have me on 100 mg of carvedilol.  I... think they have tried.  First they try to kill me, then act as if to save me.  Then try to force medicines.  I simply don't trust them.  I will be getting medicine through them, for now, is how I was told.

Someone has a bee in her bonnet.

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Must have hit a nerve.  I'm pretty sure where.

Yeah?

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I believe my elders hated when we, as kids, said "yeah".  And we cared deeply enough to remember their umbrage and say yeah every chance we got, until they started to slip, then correct them.  Or... maybe that was just me?  Just chuckling about the simple evils of youth.  It's about as far as it went.  And only for those with powerplay minds or one too many pet peeves.

Dreams.  Ones who got away through no fault of ours.  One I met in some nowhere airport, both of us coming from and going to different points.  I remember her name, or close.  Such a freak, ugly, name for such a pretty woman, if I am not sure how to spell it. Phillamena?  How we ended up even meeting?  Then looking for a closet or bathroom to, well, do what we intended?  All but a home run, not from lack of effort.  Everything was battened down.  This was before security insanity, and foreign to boot.  It was just shut... because.  None of the kiosks were vacant or well enough enclosed.  Ran out of time.

A snack helped.

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Usually a snack will push blood sugar higher.  My blood sugar was 251 before the snack... spicy pork rinds... didn't want to fuss with popcorn.  Too tired.  Whatever is the problem remains.  I was suspicious, the third ingredient was dextrose.  That is usually a bad thing, like sugar or worse.  This time it worked.  Two hours after the smallish snack and blood sugar is 206.  Crazy but I'll take it.

I will put the towels in the dryer then go on to bed.  I'd like to get to the post office, and UPS.  I just can't.  Zapped, harshly.  Hmm, might fry a few eggs.  Quite good.  Try some salsa on that.  Good night and day.

Between here and there.

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Getting to work seems improbable.  Why?  I don't know.  Just getting things done in the cave is like pulling teeth.  A shower today.  Really need to shave.  I did toss the towels in for a wash, will dry them shortly.  Need to do dishes, other laundry, cleaning, clearing.  At least the trash and recycling cans are set back up.  Well maybe not recycling yet?

Blood sugar was still high, but dinner went forth.  It dropped to 250 before dinner, went to 317 two hours after.  At 1:45, in 25, I'll check the four hour mark.  I'll check bp and pulse too.  If that was the high, or seems it, and it came down to 250 or less, it isn't the food, but volume, that was the problem.  Two burritos with everything except black olive slices.  It's what I have to eat.  Oh, tea instead of milk.

Spearmint is in going with tea.  I purchased that and peppermint with other spices and herbs.  I really should grow some.  That and popcorn if I get hungry.  I need to shop.  Snacks.  Various nuts, perhaps try better nut butters as peanut butter really is pretty bad.  But that would go well with fresh vegetables and some fruits.  By the way, what do they do to some fruits?  I bought granny smith apples and they never went bad.  Shook me up a bit.  I just let them go, eventually throwing them out in disgust, almost fear.  Then it got worse... I wondered how old they were when I bought them.  A plastic world?

Bah.  Blood sugar, after four hours, is still very high... 308.  I'm betting on the salsa.  Everything else I have had in various mixes.  No sugar?  Possible if the use certain tomatoes, if I have my doubts.  I'll try it with something, like pork, that I know isn't high in the glycemic index (or at least for me in my typical doses).  Well, and I can try burritos without it.  Hmm, and white flour tortillas.  Yeah.  Still, need to find out what I can use.  BP went up, 156/106 p. 80.  I don't write that slow, just fiddling, tea, and other things interfering.

Since I can't do else, gaming... if not even much of that.  It is something.

Enough for now.  Later.

A split decision.

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Awake, late.  Went down after 9:00, woke after 17:00.  A shower first thing.  Then blood sugar.  Terrible, 300.  I have to rethink burritos, if I crowded my plate.  However, bp was smack, 130/79 p. 50?  I did both arms, 122/89 p. 51, so, yeah.  Whack, Jack.  I can live with those numbers.  Weight is 255.  I would love to see 250, and 240 is my reevaluation number.  Plateaued, though.  Ugh.

I should have a few packages.  My towels were getting pretty ratty.  Serviceable but for how long?  And I was lead to the notion of white towels, so I could sanitize if needed, as well as bleach if else failed.  I use bath sheets for obvious reasons, and turkish are among the best.  I'll wash them first.  I am hoping my reasoning and planning pay off.

I'd best get ready.  Later.
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Just coasting.

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Burritos, with everything save lettuce.  Two meals of it.  I don't make them well, to be honest, or my taste buds are down for maintenance.  Still, something new.

Blood sugar is remaining high.  Burritos don't seem to raise it more than other meals.  Blood pressure has been on the lower end of the ranges.  Medicine is back on track.  I tried a new type of salsa, with no advertised sugar.  I think it might work.

I called my mother.  She seems to think she might visit.  I best figure out how to dig in and get things ready, as ready as I can.  I let her know to look for a few things.  If I am going to spend good money on pans she prefers, to get rid of bad nonstick pans, I decided to make sure she had cooking utensils which wouldn't scratch the pans.  It's just covering my investment.

The side veggies were watered.  Nothing but the hand sprayer worked.  It worked easily well enough.  Every other day, for a bit.  I want to see growth.  It is also about time to bring my houseplants out.  I winter them in the bathroom.  Another shower or two and they should be ready.  I am thinking of setting the tea plant out, get it used to the outside a bit first.  I'd like to see it bloom.  Just to see if I can get that to happen.

Ah, I have heard the boat did well.  Easy enough to work, probably even solo.  I don't know if they tried standing, but I had it that it's floor can be inflated to a rigidity which allows stand paddling.  Not sure about my size, if there is only one way to find out.  I would need a new type of paddle, but that is doable.  I am excited to try.

Not much else.  I have to go down, sleep is calling.  The boss thinks I will be working later.  I suspect he is right.  Something about weeding, clearing some of the living room, and something else.  Oh, and best settle accounts.  He'll be happy to hear a toy I returned is being replaced.  Not sure when it will arrive, if probably this week yet.  Though who knows.  Good night, day.

Tomorrow is here.

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If, as soon as you realize and square that?  You realize it is just today, again.  And in worst case general scenarios, it's a Mon day.  Which, you probably know by now.  I am just discerning this.  Thankfully or not, every myday is pretty much Anyday.  It's just dealing with Mon day gloompusses that can get me.  I much prefer Hump day attitudes, even if I am sure most of you aren't going to.  Back to the mines, slaves!  But at least you post perty pics and shut it about Monday.  :p  No hate, I'm actually jealous.  Mostly.

Blood sugar was 234.  BP is 132/102 p. 82.  I finished the last of the soda last night.  Yeah.  Waste not.  It'll come back around.  About to grill a steak and do more eggs.  Did I say how delicious home raised eggs are?  They are.  Rich, orange, yolks, perfect whites, a flavor not offered in the organic section of the stores.  All eggs there were off... I was starting to wonder if I had become allergic.  Nope.  And duck eggs?  Bigger, with a lot more yolk.  If you a love yolk, this is your golden egg.  Life is good.

As to steaks?  From now on, I will be getting about thirty half inchers and fifteen inchers.  When steak becomes regular, eating roast size isn't quite the thing.  Or I'll see about other steaks.  Variety.  But, yeah, steaks are the main food, just... smaller bites.  I still have enough for a bit.  I'd also like to price lamb again.  That both helps the 4-H'ers, but provides a rich bounty.  That won't be until late August or later.  How to arrange meat purchases so they don't trip up finances...

I thought, from senses and sounds, that gloom had returned, and rain.  It made getting out of bed difficult.  Imagine my surprise and joy to find it otherwise.  The cave is just rigged well.  And the roof sounds were from metal expansion.  It is 85 F out there.  Coming out from a house in the high 60's it felt good.

I'll hit dishes, do some cleaning, maybe strip the bedding, do a lot.  Oh, and water the side yard veggies as soon as the sun is off them and it has time to cool.  I may begin doing that in short bursts, every other day, once set up.  Until I see more good growth again, then go to biweekly, but longer waterings?  I have no idea what I am doing.  I wonder if I have a hoe?  I think I have a short tined type thing, with and adz adjacent.  Tinny thing, but works for as insubstantial as it seems.  I will try it.  Oh, could spray weeds and bugs sometime soon.  The weed spray is working, slowly.  Rain and cool have thwarted that a bit.  Ideas, anyway.  I best check on that grill.

Have a great Monday.  *grins*  Later.

Not much and no more.

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Trash and recycling were collected, plus cat litter care.  Only trash pickup today.  Still, it is out.  I have been having difficulty getting things done.  A product of medication and cooler weather.  If it heats as they suggest it might help.  Into the 90's, through much of the week, last I heard.  If I can keep that a bit in check, through window opening and closing, plus judicious use of fans and ac units, yet let some heat in, and go out in it, life might improve.  It's having two gorillas, or three, in tow.  I am used to having one, always.

Lost track of medicine for two days.  Back on it fully today.  A side effect of the medicine.  I'm trying to get back to it, full time, to see what else could be done.  Not sure I can sustain higher doses of the main pill, others seem to cause worse crashes.  I found a script of losartan, and am already taking that.  So...  I don't know.  I also haven't been doing bp this weekend.  I'll begin tomorrow.  Just zoned it out.  Concentration, focus, wasn't available, before the whisky pile-driver.

Grass was watered.  It's looking better.  I need to water the side yard, with the growy stuff, afterthe sun moves well over the house.  I may yet get a shower and shave in spite of the title of this post.  Of course, then I'd have to stay up for a bit longer.  Not sure I can sleep yet.  If I'm not sure I can get going either.  Stuck?  We'll see.

Is there a full moon thing?

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Something seems to be in the air.  From news reported and not, people online and off, and yes, yours truly.  Just a strange moon if not a full one.

I went shopping for new cutlery.  A brand I like, trust.  The ones I bought for my mother.  This time I bought the set.  Expensive, but the set was at a steal price (will look them over carefully to be sure they aren't knock-offs, but it was from the manufacturer's mini-estore).  Odd thing though... I wanted extra pairing knives.  While looking, and about to add to my cart?  I realized another set was cheaper than the two pairing knives, or even a single chef's knife!  So I just went with an extra set.  I hope they aren't fakes, or bad seconds.

Still a bit green.  Blood sugar has been unstable. As low as 172, as high as 278 after the small bit I could eat, 192 right after I ate... forgot premeal so got it as soon as I remembered.  Now up to 212 or such without a bite since the low.  The numbers are from memory, but plus or minus five or so.  Still, a bit surprised it's not in the three hundreds, or higher, after yesterday.  Still, annoying.  I guess today will be a fast, maybe tomorrow.  My system just isn't used to Coka-Cola ramped booze, yes, regular, three liters.  Well, with the hooch on top, about a fifth of it but only 80 proof.

Later, or good night.

Tricks for summer.

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Actually, they work for winter too, some of them.  Keeping heat or cold in the front rooms.  Most back windows open, which won't work much longer, save at night.  Heavier curtains with sheers as well, heelps aton.  I would like an exterior door between one of the rooms, as both more weather shielding and extra security.  But those are terribly expensive, doubly when installed.  For now a curtain rod and sheet, but it did quite well.  It got to 90 F, or really close.  Actually it even helped the front room remain cooler.  It only got to 74.  The rest of the cave stayed in the upper 60's.  I haven't needed the ac upstairs, if in the main bedroom, on hot days, it is sometimes necessary.

Funny, I sometimes need ac in the winter, if we get a relative warm spell.  I suppose the warming has been gradual enough for even me this spring?  Well, and it will take a bit to really heat, at which time the cave will hold heat and the ground won't sop it up as well.  Still, I am slowly learning how to better rig the cave.  At least until I get central air.  Some of it will still work, getting ducts to the front rooms would be an engineering beast, at some real risk.

Dinner is going.  The last of the roast, a potato, and corn.  I think half a potato will do, the rest can be warmed in a couple days.  Smaller potatoes?  No, they are more expensive and ding my blood sugar more for some reason.  Just normal potatoes.  I should try red, gold, and finger potatoes... for variety and as raw data.  I was tempted to buy squash the other day.  Soon.  As well, with cottage cheese and fruit, I am cutting portions.  I am trying to figure out what, how much, and when to eat.

I bought more corn, but somehow got a bunch of creamed corn.  They faced boxes with regular corn, then had the other behind.  I'll find a home for it and shop more carefully.

Most eating advice, other than cutting most sugar and fast burning carbs, if what even those are, what those mean, is inaccurate, hugely, at least for me.  Finding which foods that work, then controlling volume and frequency of consumption are the tricks.  The latter are equally important.  A difficult set of obstacles for a nearly sleep walker much of my time.  Such precise balance must be developed to gain control, something obviously not sustainable.  And, yet, the only option I will risk of the options available.

Stubborn?  No.  Alive beyond all reason and unwilling to let fool's jeopardize that for big pharma, medical industrial complex power pushes, especially combined with a growing government involvement in medicine.  Socialism always leads to genocide, usually of the sick first.  Just stopping insulin production would get rid of a lot of expense fast.  If the truth is it has nothing to do with money.  Unlike other "medicines", insulin creates a dependence, a vital one.  If I don't see it my lifetime I will be a bit surprised.  And it won't just be here.  Global.  It also won't just be insulin.  They might even base it on something true, in many places... water contamination.  Though for that to work they would have to kill the pill too, which is why it hasn't happened yet.  They need much higher levels of infertility.  Killing of the masses is tricky business.

Well, couldn't eat much.  Definitely still green about the gills.  Later.

Someone dipped into the magic juice.

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Well, more than usual anyway.  I have a nip on rare occasions, to stave off chill, flu or cold (works for me mostly), or to add a hiccup to my step.  Long has it been that a nip or two wasn't all... a year, more like years.  Not sure what I posted.  Almost afraid to look.  I just, as matter of fact anymore, pull posts then review when I am less green about the head, shoulders, and gills.  Green with a bit of blue on black.

Finished off the Hell-Cat Maggie Irish.  Not a bad poison.  Then got through another half of Tullamore, if my last cup, with several shots, remained mostly untouched this morning.  *flush*  I, for one, do not do hair of the dog.  More drowsy than anything.  A little dehydrated as well.  A good meal before helps.

Dinner was fantastic.  I was missing roast beef.  My round up is beef and pork roasts, steak and pork ribs and chops, burger mixes, and more rarely chicken either hind quarters or whole.  Oh, lamb when I see it on sale... usually too brutally expensive.  I really need to mix that up or I get bored with food and, well, all sorts of things can happen.  *cough*

I ended up eating a third of the roast!  The rest will get heated in a bit.  I really like chuck roasts, but they have been too high.  Even at $4 a pound I nearly balked.  If the best price I see them is $3.50, if that has been some long time ago, if too I don't check every time.  Last few times I did check they were $5.50 or more.  Nope.  Heck, burger pops to nearly $5 a pound, and not the lean which is higher.  This time it was an incredible $2.89 or sich.  I grabbed several, always do when it is lower.  I really need to save up for a quarter or half a beef and hog again.  I end up paying less per pound for everything than I pay just for hamburger that way.  Thing is you have to have half a $K to burn on the lower end of beef or per hog (or lamb).  It's a wise stupid trick though.

Uhm, on to waking.  Good day.

Not exactly a tattoo: The next.

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Know the enemy, especially if you are the enemy, love.

Better.

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I've been messing up with blood sugar recently.  The wrong food, too much, too often... you know the drill, weather weight loss, gain, diabetes, or some others or mix is your game.  Some of it has to happen.  From figuring out how to control hunger using the right foods and amounts, to finding out which foods work, and that some labels seem to be false, mistakes have to happen, will happen.

My aftermeal blood sugar is 166, only a 14 point rise.  I accidentally purchased cream of corn.  I was sure that would jack blood sugar, but decided to test.  Learn a bite at a time.   It obviously didn't, of this brand.  It just isn't my favorite, though good for a change.  Problem?  Still hungry.  Too close for a snack.  So?  Oatmeal, with my mix of half and half.  I'll see how this does.  Gooder foods are generally worth the risk.

A kink in the back for no good reason.  Perhaps I'll do dishes tonight.  Maybe a shower and shave, I trimmed whiskers recently.  Random odd jobs through the weekend as possible.  Later.

That wasn't a nap.

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Not a full sleep cycle eother.  A neep, slap?  Neep if I must.  Sam kept banging on the door.  They became too used to canned food.  I'll have to stop feeding them canned food at all until they start eating dry food again.  If they keep up the fuss, they will go into their transports overnight, with some food, water, and paper.

Blood sugar is down to 142.  Not great, but sure beats 202.  I'm preparing supper.  Pork roast, corn, and tea.  It'll go back up then go lower quickly, if history holds.  If I need a snack later, I'll have a small portion of popcorn.  Hmm, or peanuts.  Those and most nuts are good for blood sugar, as is a small portion of cttage cheese and canned unsweetened fruit.  I need to find other snacks.

It's rather chill tonight, which made getting the grill going difficult.  Another part was the gloom encroached making it difficult to see coal density.  There has to be enough to get a good glow but with enough room for air.  I can barely believe this is June.  Summer will get here, eventually.

Later.

The boat is getting "sea" trials.

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The boss stopped by.  Wanted to borrow the inflatable canoe.  No worries.  I had to find bits and parts.  I have four seats, only three fit at a time.  But they are different types.  Paddles, air pump, anchor, and anchor rope were all rounded up.  I offered him one of my wetsuits, but it was too big.  Oh, the one life vest I have or could find went with.  I have other things, if I can find the items.  A screw-type beach tie-off, flashers for boat and crew, large and small dry sacks, just vicarious tackle and gear.  What they have should do.  I am dying to hear how she handles.  As I have mentioned, for me at least, life is about stories.  Though if she handles easily I'd like to go out with a small crew, then solo.  Perhaps on minor whitewater runs.  She can handle class III or IV white water, and I "swam" in worse.

Dinner was just so-so.  Not because food was bad, my body just wasn't interested in eating.  I have enough meat cooked for several days, if I can eat.

One other note.  I finally found Latin lessons with audio, which have better reviews and referrals.  So I ordered that.  I have other lessons but realized, without oral and written, and it being a dead language, I was headed nowhere fast on my own, or worse.  If I do well, Greek next.  It's for religion but has a multitude of uses, as well as being the mother of many languages and the grandmother, daughter, and aunt to others, including my own.  Veni, vidi, vici?  We'll see.  Or awkward.

A nap?  Yes.  This weather is killing me.  Either edging on too hot or crashing and taking me with it.  Later.