Three eggs.

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I'll see how long eggs last.  As I wrote, I boiled two dozen.  I then peeled them, washed them off, gobbled three for good measure, and put the rest in a ziplock type bag.  Putting that in the refrigerator.  Hmm... two dozen equals 24, divided by 3 times 2... six... that's only a four day supply?  Ugh.  Still, I think I can do that.  Let me see, 36 divided by 6 is a six day supply.  If the eggs hold up well enough, I might go with that or 48.  It's good easy food, keeps me away from junk, especially with fruit around.  Real meat is for afternoons, or an occasional snack.  I need to get charcoal, the real stuff, next time I am in town. 

I'm not quite awake enough to bust into anything.  I did make a pot of coffee, took my medicine, and will figure the rest out in time.  It does take some time to do some things.  For me, waking isn't just a ritual, it's a requirement.  If I try to bust out, right when I wake, as I did yesterday with the boat, it costs a bit too much.  Oh, I best do that once in a while anyway.  Some days, in the real world, choice isn't one of the givens.  Weather a rancher, farmer, banker, lawyer, or priest, when your job comes knocking, or a predictor or other problem, even as a drifter, you gotta move.  Even if I escape fallen mans' escapades, mother nature will be there.  Less forgiving but more honest.  Do not think I will ever pretend that I believe mother nature is my friend.  Mother nature, as I have suggested, is a bloody whore, looking for the one, or one group of children, to rule, and eat, the rest.  She has no passion, other than to make the unbreakable.  She will die, in the end, of flesh with the world, of will when all God's children graduate to fleshly beings with His will.  It is the way of things.  Oh, she may still exist, she just won't matter to immortals.

Life is good.  I am quite pleased I worked out yesterday.  I'll be happier if I get to that today.  The kitchen has being hit, bit by bit, as I have been doing other things.  So it won't be as big of a job as I had at first thought.  I looked it over as I was making my first shot of coffee.  No really small task, just not as big as it would have been had I not hit the other areas first.  Adjacent areas just get a lick and a spit by happenstance, and so it was.  And, what looks messy, will actually be rather less so than it seems.  Washing the counters down looks like a big job, for some reason (allergic to some forms of washing on top of the vacuum cleaner? yeah).  But it will be quick.  While I am at it, at least after the counters are clean, I will put on lentils, rice, and quinoa.  Between that, fruit, bacon, and eggs, I should have a steady diet of good stuff for morning and lunch.  Protein and fat rich, with some vitamins and minerals thrown in for good measure.  Then meat at night!  Gotta do it if I want to do it right.  For day trips, a bag of a few eggs, double bagged in an ice bag, will see me to a bite on the path or water.  Toss in an apple or pear, and... done.  Maybe a grapefruit.  Just peel that and eat in sections.

Each time I begin to rely on the beast, it becomes stronger.  Branded by God, it'll, I do believe, hold true.  It will also see me to what needs to be done.  Stronger, faster, smarter, more sure.  What I kept down and out is now coming back out, a friend, companion, form of self, but one I can trust... to get me in, and if need be, as at the burn, to get me out.  That was pure beast, I was so far out of my league I consciously could not see what the danger was.  It could, did, and get me out.  Wait until that thing is fully charged.  It still won't be like what it was when I was young and that thing roamed, but... it's more than most can imagine.  Just what I am doing is so far beyond my health conditions it is spooky... especially for those who know, including me.  Yum!

Later.