Waking with headaches.

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While food is part of it, the other part is the temperatures.  Even with the windows open, fan on, and all, the temperature probably is just now dipping to 70.  Until a day or so ago, the cave would get down to 66.  Even then, recently, when I work more, I still needed the fan going in order to sleep better.  The fan helps, a bit, currently, but I am losing the battle with sleeping during the day.

This has put cleaning and setting up the main bedroom on the fasttrack.  I can get by, for a bit, even during the days, sleeping using the fan... although headaches will become a norm.  Soon, however, I won't even be able to sleep at night without the air conditioner.  I will be able to sleep in the day, but even with the air conditioner I will end up, often, with headaches.  Oh, I may water the plants again.  Just a bit.  If I take a shower, I will water the plants again after I finish.  They love me for it, and one is starting to look a little... rough.  I know the feeling.

Then again, I think last year I acclimated, mostly, to the heat.  Perhaps, as I am improving, I might acclimate again.  Being on a keto diet helps, if I have been fudging on that lately.  Bleh.  Fasting helps too.  I need to figure my way back to that.  It is difficult to begin keto, intermittent fasting, and both especially, when trying to do a lot of work.  It's better to begin when you can coast as may be needed until you flip over.

I do hope to do some dishes, at least cut the drywall but hopefully then finish cleaning in the bathroom, start sorting the kitchen, doing a load of laundry, and hitting the bedroom as well tonight.  It might well happen.  If I do that, perhaps tomorrow or Monday I will begin purchasing food stuffs to carry me over for more work, less cooking, while still having food available.  I really need... a lot of food right now.  I will make the beef and beans tonight.  That should hold me for a bit.  If I go through it really quickly, and still have need, I'll... expedite my venture for other, more, foods.  HUNGRY.  You really probably have no idea.

Never can save them, not just all, sometimes any.  Makes it hard to live, face another day, alone.  Can't seem to die either.  Choices, theirs, mine, ours, though there is more.  True design, somehow.  Not even Christ could, neither of this way or that... choices.  Not His, not mine.  I... have things to do.  If I can, tonight, or soon, I will... redo my little world... again... for a while.  *poof*

Later.