There is always hope.

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When I have nothing else on tap, hope.  Whether that is just what it takes to get through from here to there, or there is something more to it as to my proposals, sometimes that is all I have available.  In a virtual sense, right now, that isn't true.  Given all, I'm just not to that point.  In a literal sense, I am actually right there.  I am stuck, doing nothing and able to do nothing, or very little.  Frustrated.  But... not quite, all and sum total, in a hopeless enough of a situation to give in to only hope.  A strange thing, I suppose.  Perhaps you don't understand.  Just take my word for it.

Health is swinging into the 'better than yesterday by increments' phase.  Days are becoming a strong possibility.  Medicine is back on track, though with no opportunity because of the limited supply to take more.  Food is still an issue.  It just... doesn't taste good.  While I liked the steak, I honestly couldn't eat that more than once a weak.  I need to figure some things out for that.  Beside nothing tasting tempting, volume is an issue.  I can't eat much, mostly.  I end up feeling stuffed after anywhere from a few bites to a normal sized meal.  I've been eating fast in the hopes of getting enough food in before that awful over-filled sensation hits.  It hits no matter the practical truth of things, so I have no trouble attempting to fit more food in there.  Especially since eating once a day might be it.

I don't know about today.  I am still hoping to push some things through.  Work, just a bit, or even a lot.  If I can.  The power supply should be in today, if, as I said, I would rather begin messing with that tomorrow.  Uhrm, if I can make room and set a few things up.  On with waking, first, in any case.  Be well, remember to duck, and look for that opportunity, when all else seems to have failed.  Sometimes the chance to change things sneaks up on you, and will leave you without ever tooting it's horn or otherwise letting you know.  Sort of how, when a woman is open to a man's interest, she almost never directly lets him know.  Both just show up, for a little while, and either are... approached or released, knowingly or not.  Pay attention.

Later.

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