I keep crashing and burning.

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If I could gain even a bit off lift, get more done, there would be that.  I did get the trash out, I did get out to eat.  I did shower.  Not much, if just barely something.  Sleep cycles are spinning.  Spring must be approaching.  All good.  I will keep at it.  Ducks have gotten extra water and a fresh batch of hay.  Tea has been set.  I am thinking about food.

Roasted turkey later, fatted tea and chia and flax cereal first.  I really am not hungry, I just know to eat.  For the moment.  My difficulty with fasting is concentration... I will forget and eat.  Hmm, might finish of a tub of broth with cream as well.  While I am not fasting, I am not actually eating either.  It isn't intermittent fasting, or a patterned one. It's a bit of a mess.  Sleep irregularities make it impossible.

Another shower today.  It's all ready, might as well take advantage.  The trash barrel will be pulled back.  A bag taken out.  Then dishes and laundry started.  If things get at least started...  Oh, I missed a day of medicine in there.  I'll restart those.  I did fairly well for a month, only two major misses.  We'll see when other meds get in.

Yeah, I'll try to hit it, and push back to days.  Spring always reminds me of my out of the boat whitewater experience... tumbling, trying to get air, trying to stay above the water, trying not to get broken, swirling between warm, wet, extra cold, light dark, and blue.  It's just a much slower pace.  Control is no better for all the extra time I have, which always makes it worse.


Later.