Taking a beating.

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Today is a tough one. I wondered if it might be the sugar. I think not. I was starting to hit bottom a day or two ago. I think the cold came in hard and fast and wiped me out. Well, that and, since I ran out of my regular tobacco, I was outside smoking my pipe. Oh, and pipe tobacco always used to seem to wipe me out as well. One of things I purchased in town was my usual tobacco, so I am off the pipe and not going out into the cold. The temp, last I looked, was at about 30 F. Which really is not bad. But when you add in sustained high winds, you get to chill quick. Ha, I was out there barefoot for the early part of one of the cold smoke days. Yeah, not normal. Maybe that beat me up more than I thought? Maybe the smoke?

I have an appointment in SLC fairly early tomorrow. The good news is that I should have enough mojo left when I leave to shop for meats and maybe find out who repairs tires and get that done. I have been sleeping off and on, hard, for the last few days. Since before I missed my appointment. I would have made that appointment, too, in spite of my exhaustion. Sometimes my sleep patterns work out right, sometimes (usually) not.

Dazed and confused. I am hoping that after this appointment, with some food in the house, and after managing one more bill that has been eluding me for a bit, I will find my way to more cleaning. At this point, sugar has been neither helping nor hurting. I suppose my guts will begin hurting again, before long. But that is the price of even the small successes I can attain from it. All medicine has a side effect or three. Bah!