Kefir and burgers.

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Patties, anyway.  A small collection of sliced mushrooms, cooked in better.  Smash burgers, with cheese, onion, and serrano and jalapeno peppers... the latter three sliced, the latter two kept seeds in.  It's the only way for me to have a bit of a taste.  If I see habanero, scottish bonnet, carolina reapers, or such, I may just pick up a few.  I... like it a bit spicier.

Finished.  Happily.  Not too full, not yet hungry.  I'll make a vinegar tonic and consume that.  Water, next.  For the rest of the day.  Trying to run on this.  Will see if it is enough to, before long, get to some work.  The kitchen drain is plugged, has been for a week.  The rest is running well.  Dishes too.  But... I want to shower before dishes, if I don't want to shower until I have sorted out the kitchen drain.  That will most likely be messy.

All good.  It is getting. warm.  But that make functioning a bit easier.  If it is going to begin hitting 70 out there, or higher... which is likely?  I need to capture the cool in the morning, then shut the house up.  Trying to keep it to 70 or less, as possible.  As well, I may need to put the air on upstairs.  Or at least in.  If I go up there, and it is 73 or higher, I need to run it or I won't sleep.  Maybe just the fan(s), if I can go to bed at night.  Ugh.  It's just the way it is.

Sleep is still bad.  It felt better, last night.  But... hmm?  I guess it did score better, at 74.  That's only a C, people.  So not great.  Just so much better than the 30s and 40s!  Anyway, so, yes, sleep was better for reasons I can't know or tell you.  That has to get better.  At least, with the watch, I have some idea of what might be the problem.  When you get an F for a night's sleep, that can... be worked past.  When you do that for a week, shit starts falling apart.  And, yes, for probably seven of the last eight to ten days my sleep has been abysmal.  A single C night will no recover that.  But it is a start.  It might allow me to eat, digest, burn calories, do some work, and begin the upward cycle.  The Lord knows, while I will have to one day drown as I leave this world, until then I mean to climb.  Dig, right out of my grave.  And, I will... as I may.  Even, sometimes, beyond any reasonable means.  So be it.

Yea.  Vinegar tonic, the sink drain tended, a shower, then setting up dishes.  Oh, I may roast chicken legs, to be griddle finished tomorrow... some of them.  Yum.  Sounds good to me.  Wish me luck?  Or, better yet, say a little prayer to God.  That I may be able to work, burn off some energy, get things done.  These things I do in His name anyway.  Believe as you will, but I tell you the truth.  All good deeds are in His name, as we are not good without Him.  Amen.