Longer than I expected, shorter than hoped.

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It is nearly 16:00, an hour and change short.  All good.  The oatmeal didn't crash me, it's just time, and change.  I couldn't really taste the oatmeal but I can sense it.  I didn't need to eat much of it.  A potent food, more so when soaked beforehand.  I haven't looked to see how much snow came down, if it stuck, if it's still falling.  I just... haven't.  I will, as I go to bed.  I haven't showered either.  I just... it's not pain, or exhaustion, or... just a malaise.  More, I think, of spirit than of flesh.  It'll improve before long.  The flesh is on it's ways to being better.

Have a good rest of the day.  I sure wish I could be awake along with you.  So it goes.  Good night.