Supper was good.

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Same thing I had yesterday.  Beans, burger, cheese, and creme fraiche.  One meal a day.  Half of it will be stored for tomorrow.  Getting tired.  About bedtime.

Nothing else got done.  No energy.  Nausea came back lightly, even before dinner.  When I fill up, it's a bit worse.  I don't think I'll have worse problems, but I will prepare for it, until I am well out of the woods.  I just bring the bag lined desk sized trash bin over.  I just has paper, and facial tissue in it, so it won't makes things worse.  Just in case.

Dreamed I spoke with the foster brother who might speak with me.  Daydream sort of thing.  Just... talking.  Covered some rough ground, some things I didn't "know", and a few old timey things.  He is a doctor.  Thinks like one.  Funny thing is, the older a doctor gets, the less he realizes he can rely on rational thought, or logic, or... but it terrifies them.  If not that, then what.  If not themselves, then who.  Even if they were raised Christian, toward the end, they either go maddeningly secular, or begin trying to ween themselves off the wealth and status they have obtained.  It's a trough roe.  I don't think most make it.  Hitler and Stalin had no difficulty employing doctors for the most horrific deeds.  Then again, we have Fauci.  That... story hasn't been completely told, so that everyone hears it, yet.  He is probably worse than Mengele.  And, every doctor that pushed the jab is as well, by parts.

Not sure which way he went.  Can't tell from daydreams, for certain.

Well... on to bed, I think.  I just have to get the last of supper put up.  Then I can sleep.  Oh, it's about 9 or 10 F out.  I just couldn't see all that well.  And didn't look all that closely.  Goodnight, morning, and day.