Bedtime early?

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Not sure, but I am sure leaning into sleep.  While the sun was out, it seemed mighty cool.  That wasn't really the problem though.  I simply think I have pushed too hard for too long and it is catching up with me.  I'll continue when I can.  I will keep trying.  I simply piled too much on and need a rest.  Clouds or not, cool or not.  A plateau or a slip?  Time will tell on that.  I have been doing bits and pieces, so it's not a stop... not yet.

I did dig into the book about butchering, skipping to venison, deer so far, at least.  I was not aware that there is a disease among deer that makes opening bone or messing with brain matter, a problem.  It's some kind of wasting disease, like madcow, but not quite as terrible.  I have to wonder if that will get into other populations.  Moose, elk, caribou, even predators like wolf and bear?  It seems, at this point, it doesn't transfer to humans.  It sounds like they are fearing it though.  It almost sounds like we aren't being told everything, possibly anything, about some things.  Just given... a heads up on some things.

I've also been reading more of the fiction.  Not sure, but I might reach the last of the three book series before the weekend is out, especially if I am still down.  Tomorrow I hope to hit the weights again, though next week I'd like to put two days between each exercise, at least.  Now that I am eating better and more regularly, I may begin looking at some other things.  I do need energy to burn, I do need protein to repair.  It's been a long time since I looked all that closely at diet.  Carb loading is out, but that never worked for me.  And I don't think my exercises would merit protein loading after workouts, but it might.  Just a closer look, now that I have a half decent meal plan.

I need to do a bit more shopping.  And pull meat out to grill tomorrow.  Brots are super, really do well with the grain type mash.  But other pork will do just as well, as does chicken (if I can time it right... too done is rubbery, too raw is... pretty rough and dangerous).  Hmm, hamburger, cooked and crumbled, then heated with the mash, might do well too.  Fruits are okay, just for something when nothing else sounds good, or as dessert.  I've gone back to cream in the coffee, since my lungs have straightened out.  Carefully at first, and even now only in every other cup of coffee, give or take.  But I'm not using splenda anymore either.  Just because.  Black or white and bitter.  Oh, and I learned, at least with good teas, you can... certain types... steep them multiple times... five, maybe six on some.  Some are one shot.  I'd like to explore that.  An especially good trick for packing, and having something warm to drink after camp is made and bedtime approaches.

Right, a last thought.  I think I need to quit commenting.  I'm not of a mind to be civil.  Not necessarily on purpose.  As I push the buttons, civility becomes too think to hold what is under.  Most people just want to sail on happy, even if seemingly unhappy, waters.  They don't want to be perturbed, questioned, or even bolstered in their doubts.  They just want someone to say it's all good, that'll work out, that they are being paranoid.  I can't do that.  I'll leave you to your hopes that you are wrong, or even your belief that there is no problem at all.  I can't help, even if I am right.  So... I'll just bite my lip and move along.  I understand.  I am sure there are some areas I might be too heavy in, and others I won't even see coming myself.  Gotta get out of this place, for myself.  Even if I am wrong.

Well, yeah, bedtime.  Or an attempt at it.  Maybe a bite first.  Apple, grapefruit?  Nah... orange.  Good night.