A better morning.

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It is cold, blustery, a hard winter morning.  Yes, that means windy.  The thermometer reads 20, give or take five.  But that wind, if not extremely fast, is fast enough and a solid wall of moving air.  I'd peg windchill at -20 to 0, F.  I added leaves and straw, one more bag of leaves and a quarter, fifth perhaps, bail of hay remains.  Should do well till spring.  I just, mostly, pile it in.  The quackles know what to do.  I am down to the last of the regular feed, perhaps a third to quarter bag, before I begin the feed without corn or soy.  The girls have been tended, including litter.

Breakfast was good enough.  I wasn't up to warming the chia seed mix.  After, I realized there is a better way.  Since I am using water for soaking, just boil the water rather than heating the mess in a pot, or even microwave bowl.  A few eggs on the side, several fatted teas, not bad.  It does take a couple hours to eat breakfast.  Not because I am a slow eater, it is getting that much fat down that slows it all.  Initially it is easy... once you finally believe you should.  After a while it becomes seriously difficult.

Feeding blood sugar, an hour and an half after the main portions were eaten, is 128, a nineteen point from fasting.  As reasonable as that seems, is... I had hoped for a lower read.  Ask not, get not.  These numbers are so good.  I would still like them better.  They will be.  With keto, fasting, and perhaps intermittent fasting again soon, I will only improve.  Down to 80 to 100, mostly.

No great pains, some.  I will take aspirin to cut the edge.  More to develop a better chance at working than for the suffering alone.  The goals remain... dishes, laundry, though the bedroom instead of the kitchen and livingroom.  The freestanding closet should be in today, the wire cage organizer should be in Friday.  I would like to be ready, mostly.

We will see.  It feels like a slow day, but not am impossible one.  I sure hope to get most of the list done.  Maybe shopping too?  Or, not.  Later.