Nothing doing.

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Good plans, solid intent, all systems otherwise operational, green lights across the board, but something vital is not working.  An all stop of function spiting an all ahead command and system setting.  I'll keep at it.  Today is the next day.  While Sunday, with nearly a week of virtual Sundays in a row at my back, I'll take work if I can get it.  God simply has to see the plight.  Then again it is not God who is the concern, Christ knows... both my heart and the nature of men.

Same plan.  Dishes, laundry, a shower and shave, and to finish the kitchen.  Oh, out for food, perhaps?  If, later, and I get some of this done, should I believe it will help continue work?  Then I might go out for food, fast or some sort of easy to fix food.  Someone keeps bumping a post about the troubles with work while fasting.  Especially at my level of it.  Yeah, I get that.  It's just that I am sort of stuck with it, sort of.  I'll figure my way out of the pretzel knot I seem to be in.  Thing is, I realized the other day, it will take several days to a week to eat my way up to a normal feedbag status.  The stomach has shrunk.  If only the waisteline would follow.

I think, perhaps, today is the day.  I'll feed the girls, fix a bite myself, finish waking, then try ketone crystals while trying to hit work.  Hmm...  Yeah.  Later.