Today I must write a Weekend Coffee Share article and my last poem for the National Poetry Writing Month (#napowrimo). Also, take a shower. And finish washing the silverware before I get another stack of plates in the sink.
I have been, oddly, posting my #napowrimo daily poems at quietspaces.net/journal, which also is where I will be moving the short stories and such that I have put here. Or I could start a companion journal at WordPress and duplicate my work on their site, which is much more likely to continue after my death. As I have done with my late mother’s website, which we moved to WordPress when WorldNet discontinued its free web hosting for personal consumers.
Again, I awoke to find my SpO2 reading at a bare 90%, and my pulse rate at 63 bpm. That was at 0700. I’ve had my breakfast (awoke again to my alarm at 0900), forgot to take my pills, and so have finished off the last half of a burger patty that was left in the fridge, to accompany pills and avoid stomach upset. Current readings are 96% and 91 bpm. My blood glucose level, however, is back into the mid thirties. It is evident that I should have no carbohydrates but fibre after the noontime.
I’ve helped Al get the air compressor out of the house (attached garage) and set up in the back yard. He’d going to try to get some more work done before 1300. All this would go much better were we to finish up the walls immediately, add a door that locks, and keep everything in there for the remainder of the building process.
I have been enjoying having my journals separated according to general topics/streams of thought and creation. I think it’s a good thing for me, having reading audiences separated for the most part (and, hopefully, nonexistent for some of them).
It looks as though not all of the wildflower seedlings have been killed off by the unseasonable freezing and snows. I am hopeful! In the meanwhile, many of the tulips survived.