Down for Christmas.

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Not mood, just function.  I didn't oversleep, hurt, or such.  I did eat, not much if perceived as enough.  I simply couldn't do... anything.  I've definitely had worse.  I only call this bad because it isn't active.  Actually the last two to three days have been just so.  Not today!

Several small batches of dishes are washed and set to a rinse.  I'll have the last salad available, with an avocado.  Next, the dishes will be dried, a shave and shower, and a bathroom touchup.  Then more batches of dishes set to soak and laundry restart.  A couple hours down, then back to dishes and laundry.  At some point(s), trash and recycling will be collected and removed, and some work in the living or computer room.

Yeah, I think so.  We'll see.  I might grill thawed meats, and make a meatloaf.  Smartly spiced, fresh when cooked, meat lasts longer cooked.  Oh, with my new appetite, I will go with have sized batches of egg casserole.  I could boil the rest for snacks and salad fixings.  I need more eggs, they are a superior protein and fat, on and off keto.

Intermittent fasting has been shot.  Could not focus.  I've fallen off medicine again, but have also nearly ceased drinking so no buildup of fluid, mostly.  Ugh, but it's... from the outside, been a rough Christmas.

As I thought, we did have a very lightly white Christmas.  I was at peace, the real kind, in spite of all the negative happening.  Inside, even without being able to celebrate even the small portion planned, I was quite joyful just as was.  It reminded me of when Jesus visited the sisters.  One rushed to prepare food, make things right for the Guest, and was terribly put out with her sister, who simply spoke and spent time with Him, doing no work.

I'll let you find the rest of the story.  I won't say either was superior.  There is happily a place for each.  For me, this year, it was the passive.  And, despite the call of the busy sister, I wasn't lost to negative emotions or a sense of inadequacy.  No, not at all.  I felt divine blessings even in my deep lethargy.  God knows the difference between laziness and illness.

Merry late Christmas.