Sleep is moderating.

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At eight hours, plus or minus, the modulation is there.  The frequency is now the problem.  Sort of like starting with both feet nailed to the floor, loosing one is gooder but not quite betterer.  With it getting so dark in the day lately it has been difficult pushing even to work.  Kicking nights to days is brutal.  Much more than work.

The stand mixer arrived today.  I haven't unboxed it yet.  It is 28 pounds shipping weight.  I thought that was going to be a test.  Not so much.  Scooped it in one arm as easily as a gallon of milk.  I am curious to see this monster run.  Yea, I bought better attachments, a cover, even a smaller bowl for smaller batches of lighter stuff.  I don't think the small bowl will handle dough, but I could be wrong.

While I have to be cautious with carbs, there are a few ways to mitigate.  Sourdough and sprouted wheat, actually and a mix of the two.  There is also grinding your own wheat, perhaps.  Not sure how glucose stabilizing any of that is.  Will be finding out.  Though that is far from the only thing this will be used for.  Just... to find a place for it.

A shower first thing.  Next a bite to eat and a call.  What else?  I am hoping to get back to work.  Today if possible.  Just diving back into the kitchen.  Even dangling toes in would be something.  On to breakfast.