Awake with hope.

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The hope is that of the hopeless.  There are saints for the impossible, and lost.  Not my soul, spirit, but ability to life seems hidden.  Still, plans.

The goals haven't changed.  I have, mostly, maintained what has been accomplished.  A few dishes and pot and pan need washed.  A few glasses, utensils, large and table, have to go in.  Honestly the rest is staying even.  Which means clearing and cleaning of surfaces, clearing the nook, hall, and laundry floors, cleaning the bathroom, a shower, and food.  Food needs to be worked first.  I realize I am fasting, even now, as much because I can't keep up on food as anything else.  I am using keto grains, once so far, in an attempt to source energy.

I'll hit the grains shortly in hopes of that allowing cooking.  After that I'll see what can happen.  I am hoping six to eight ounces of beef works from that point, and more keto grains if work continues and extra energy is needed.  I won't check bp until tomorrow or the next day, give the stuff a chance to work and besides checking daily is... obsessive.  Not absolutely sure anything will be done.  For cooking, food prep, two roasts and fat bombs are the wants.  Chocolate, peanut butter, and a mix.  I'm not so worried about carbs, at least not to that point.  Assuming I can get it done in the first place.

Awake at 12:30(ish).  Been waking for... an hour and an half already?  Bleh!  Later.