Midnight-ish test.

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It is cooling nicely outside.  I opened things up, even in a new are, hoping to see even cooler temps in the cave.  As the midnight hour approached, and passed, I wasn't sure I really wanted to test.  A bit of internal debate and it was settled.  I thought so... 177.  That is a bit lower.  I think that juice really did a number on me.  It might even take a while to get back to fat burning.  We'll see.  I'll still set up an appointment this week.  Not FOR this week, just... next month, early.  Even with this hiccup, the trend should be enough for a sign-off.  Whether it will be forthcoming is another matter.

You know, I think I'll crash for a bit.  Maybe.  Pouting, a bit.  Ah well, no use in crying over spilled milk.  Monday is weigh-in day, if I don't think it will be down much, if any.  Walking... I really have to get that going.  Can't do that until I can be up at a time that is cool enough and light enough.  Gah!  Patience, Cricket.