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Awake right at 2:00. I think on the dot.  I couldn't remember when I went to sleep, but realized I  sent a text immediately before crashing.  It was 15:21.  My phone and the nuclear clock are finally in agreement, so I am calling it accurate.  I can't swear I went right to bed, but by 15:30.  And right to sleep.  A very long day.

Today I hope to do light chores, if several of them.  I am sore from the long drive after days of work.  Triceps most of all, inner thighs next.  What the heck have I been doing?  Oh never the mind.  Today the goal is to work without stressing those.  Folding laundry and a load of synthetics, maybe whites, shouldn't be a problem.  Dishes might be a minor tug, as I am using the 68 quart tub to rinse one batch.  Well, and chipping the door open to the ducks might be a stress.  I won't go at the heavier efforts with great gusto.  I often push those sorts of tasks.

Fresh tea is done.  Chia and flax seed, a fatted tea, and...  hmm... may have a fatted bone broth instead.  I need to thaw meat, ribs, chicken, a pork roast, and ground meat sound right.  The goal is to eat right through the week, then fast over the weekend.  There is something wonderfully humbling about fasting.

It is good to be clean, and then some.  With the right lotion even diabetics can stay rather tidy.  I've noticed that, with the coconut and shea baby oil, my skin doesn't cut or tear as easily.  It brings back the strength and repair ability of nearly my prime.  It is amazing stuff.  I set up a pedicure for next week.  My feet, generally, aren't as needy, but the toes sure could use a good session.  Though simple human contact is good, and it sure won't hurt my feet.

Hmm?  I... I will get breakfast soaking, get the broth heating, and begin waking.  Medicine, perhaps finally resetting the medsets.  Yea.  Always more to do.  Later.