Crashing.

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Every eight to twelve hours.  The need for sleep hits so hard I stumble to the bedroom. Sleep is good.  I don't wake all that refreshed.  No worries.  It outs food and the sleep cycle off.  I won't fool around with absolutes.  If I am hungry, for now, I will aim to eat and/or drink what keto meal I think will satisfy.

Waking at midnight, hunger had my attention.  A smaller fatted tea, about three to five ounces of pork roast, three celery stalks with five ounces of cream cheese.  Stuffed.  I'll have to cut down.  It was tasty.  I'll probably have another fatted tea before crashing in seven or fewer hours.  But that is it for food.

I am hoping to get work in.  True, it doesn't matter how I feel.  But I do need to be able to stand.  Ugh.  Later.