Awake, but what to do?

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Not a horrible start, just a lopsided one.  Going to bed in Picasso-land, waking up where Dali thinks?  Nothing seems quite as it should.  Good sleep, only one mild dream which has been forgotten, only mild various pains, it is the mind or senses which seem out of sorts.  Hopefully a bit of waking will help.

Still planning on dishes, kitchen cleanup, laundry, which then leaves me to the front room.  My efforts have not been all that impressive, if the body and mind haven't been in good shape.  Some days it isn't the marathon, or even the list of chores.  Some days the great task is simply working up to being able to plan, or even just getting out of bed with some hope the day will sort itself.  Trust me, as often as that has happened, I know, it will sort itself... whether you believe or remember matters not at all.

I think I am back to fasting.  Two small meals less than six hour apart is the current practice.  I really would like sides, from time to time.  Beans soaked, so another batch of refried beans for today, this week, and by freezing half next or the following week.  Salad, darker green, would be good, but that doesn't last well.  And there is always the matter of dressing.  I just wish I could set up a couple of simpler lower carb side dishes?  Hmm?  Oh, fine ask, especially out loud, and you will receive... homework!  God helps those who help themselves.  Oh, since fasting, I suspect I will be trying the ketone crystals and such.  An half an hour befote diving in, no more than twice a day?  I'll look over the instructions.

With finances ordered for the moment, I will set up an appointment with the doctor and a masseuse.  Why a masseuse?  I found that she will lower my bp more than the doctor and all the medicine he can give that I can take for less than a 90 day supply of any of the several medicines I take, which may end up helping diabetes.  Right.  I'll start out half an hour a month, might double that.  Trouble, as with all things, is keeping up on schedules.  Perhaps if I can schedule days before.  You have no idea how troubling it is to not be good at keeping a simple appointment.  Makes one not wish to even try sometimes.

Oh, my rosaries have gone missing.  Shouldn't have, were right beside my bed.  Any place I might have put them has been checked, if I am sure I didn't take them anywhere.  I swear, sometimes...  I have been, of the side, digging and looking for them.  Gah!

On to waking.  Juggling thought, potential actions, consternations, and else has stirred the blood.  A few calls, or waking and then those, and probably more.  Yeah.  Opportunity seems more real.  Good morning and day.