A start.

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I was awake until after 20:00.  I can't be certain how much later.  I was only awake that late because I needed to eat.  I had to thaw hamburger, then cook it and pasta.  I wouldn't have been able to sleep without food.  I had started choking on hunger juices, created from long fasting and those bits of work.  Didn't eat near as much as expected, if I ate well enough.

Waking at 5:20, roughly.  Being forced to jumble my day that long, then sleep so late if also so short of a time comparatively has me a bit unsettled.  More food this morning.  I suspect I will have to slowly feed up to get going.  I won't be able to just shove through. Which means food is immediate priority.  Though I can do other small things on the side.  Charcoal, meat, maybe a few veggies for... color?  Blast if I know.

Dreams, no memories of them.  Good feelings though.  Sleep was good as well, just dragging from the forced shift.  I'll see what happens.  Another shower, a real shave, and making the bed in the next few hours?  All but guaranteed.  What then is the real question.  A nap might be needed and conducive to doing more, say a bit before noon?  The notion offers incentive to getting a few extra things done beforehand.  Good morning.  Later.