Late, better.

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Up at 17:00.  Pretty late, even with the extended bed time.  A shower and shave shortly.  Oh, I won't need to rewash all the clothes.  The musty scent was transferred from a washcloth which had gotten forgotten and received that odor.  IT will be washed after soaking it in vinegar and soap for a day, perhaps microwaving it.  Hmm?  One actually very good use for microwaves... moisten something which has gone moldy, clean it off and out, then nuke it for thirty seconds to a minute.  Also works well on kitchen sponges.  Not sure about loofahs, natural or not.

A blood test right out of the gate, and a pot of tea set.  At 168 a gooder fasting blood read.  My first quart of plain tea down.  About to hit an a.c. vinegar ketonic, then an electrolyte water mix, then a sweetened tea.  I will be trying a new sweetener tonight, swerve probably.  The trick might be less finding the, right sweetener, but mixing, changing, which is used.  Sucradrops works, I suspect, until some variable dose is hit.  How much is in my system, what else was eaten and the order of consumption, all sorts of variables are in play.  I am hoping my theory and practices pan out.  Gotta keep at it.

An interesting dream.  If so, it would be a step back at madness, with madness, if toward sanity.  I doubt it.  I think men in America have surrendered.  Who knows.  I liked it anyway.

Later.