That's a change.

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I can't remember the last time I woke up hungry.  Weeks, months, maybe even years.  Sure, I had been trying to eat in the morning, some various time after waking.  But it was more to try to keep the fire stoked than a felt need.  Heck, I haven't actually been hungry, like this, with an actual feeling involved...  It's rare.  It surprised me.  No reason for it, one way or another.  I think I can fix it, in a bit.  Coffee first.

I won't say I am, otherwise, feeling better or not.  There are aches and pains, if light.  Those could be echoes from the past or mild precursors of what will be.  Until I more fully recover I simply will go through more rough than not.  And I can't seem to know until I wake well enough.  That part isn't exactly new, just more typical than usual.  It's every day lately.

My day is sliding.  From 7:00, or so, for several weeks, then to 8:00 for a week maybe, and perhaps to 9:00.  I keep trying to shove it back, but slip and stay awake later or simply miss my morning goal for no known reason.  I might try to use the alarm to get to bed and wake earlier.  I really, honestly, like the 6:00 to 7:00 wake-up, which requires a 22:00 to 23:00 bedtime... unless I need more sleep on a particular day, which can be survived for a single day, but not if it becomes a pattern.  Some day(s) I need more like ten or twelve hours of sleep, but I can't get to sleep earlier when my system is fussing like that.  Then again, sometimes I can only sleep four to six hours.  It's tough to keep a schedule, or I would at least be trying to work, or go to school.

Never mind.  Technically awake, definitely hungry, not much to do about any of it until it is more than a technicality.  Hmm... I am sure I have salami and goat cheese, chevre if you prefer, I think?  That should do, in a bit.  Later.