A little heat was the trick.

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Oh, it will still be a slow day.  No nap though, and I think I can get to some of what was on my list.  I don't think it was just hitting the furnace up for extra heat, the sun came out more fully and melted off some of the cold too I do believe, while also adding a dose of light to the mind chemistry lab.  Perhaps my body, being a bit tired, just wasn't able to regulate.  Then again, it was quite cold.  I don't know if the thermometer told the whole story either.

I took a look at forks over knives.  It seems to be advocating a non-meat diet.  For me, that killed it.  While I do believe in including whole grains, fresh-as-possible vegetables (uhrm, if I were to include vegetables and for others), I would never recommend eliminating or even reducing meats, meat fats, especially not red meats.  Even if there was something in there, most people do not do a good job with their diet.  All it takes is a quick stroll through a "health food" store to see what is wrong with most vegetarian diets.  And, yes, they are as sick as they look.  Beside being a ghastly pale, they often have little or no real muscle mass, are prone to illness, are weak physically, and cannot think well.  With my heart condition I should be far lesser.  Why is it that I am not?  Meat, milk, cheese, and the rest, are what have sustained me.  And, while obese, I am far fitter than most vegetarians, even disregarding my end stage heart failure!  Further, even being quite ill, my natural inclination is to 'get to it', not sit and wait for the government to fix things.  Why do you think most autocratic governments do their best to restrict meat consumption by their drone citizens?  At least I looked.  The people that advocate this scare me almost as much as the medical community, save psychiatry who should scare the hell out of any sane or supposedly insane man or woman.  Hmm, actually the food NAZIs and psychiatry are about the same.  Similar goals, different methods.  Still, I need to hold my tongue.  Wearing your heart on your sleeve is improper when dealing with the young.

Off to check on that door.  Later.