A rather good sleep.

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Sure, it was broken... with that waking problem.  If I only dreamed I wrote about it, I woke up at some time, was up for a few hours, had to cool down... and deal with some minor gastrointestinal... flux?  I think from the kombucha.  Though I had pizza, but pizza has never done that.  If too, I have been eating nearly pure ketavore (carnivore heavy keto).  For weeks, maybe months now?  Though, I still think it was the kombucha.  Blood sugar is rather high this morning.  And, while pizza has done that?  A once in a great while meal of it usually doesn't.  

I'm pegging this to the kombucha too.  Will give it one more try, in the raw, in a few days.  But, too, will try the second ferment version of it.  I'll get that set up today.  The bottles were filled with 160 plus degree water, and sealed.  After being cleaned and rinsed.  That should have them as clean as they will get.  Maybe kombucha just isn't for me.

It is 44 out there.  It was pretty warm, when I woke, last night.  It was 70 or 72 near me.  But that dropped to 66 through the night, 64?  65... and 63 in the rest of the upstairs.  Strangely cool.  Usually that requires colder temps outside, and/or a storm coming through.  Odd.  Very strange, as indoors, downstairs, it is 65 to 66, back to front.  What is stranger is that I feel so warm even so.  Kombucha... it just must do... something strange to my system.  Still, trying it again in a few days.  Then in a another few days to week, as the second ferment finishes.

Oh, but it was clear, of sky, this morning.  At least to the east.  Mostly.  Clouds along the periphery of the valley mountains... the Wasatch Front is what that is called... if you were ever curious.  So, sometimes, when one front, storm, or whatever clears... but... no, that doesn't make sense.  That usually comes with winds and much cooler temps.  At 44, it's just not that cold.  It shouldn't be that cool in here.  But, okay.

I'll get water going, for a black coffee.  French roast, this time.  Espresso next order.  Whole bean, of course.  Grind myself, enough for several days to a week, depending on how much of it I drink.  Though usually a week at a time.  It is mud water, but it isn't, always, consumed for taste.  The best of it, and I have had at least a cuppa of some of the best, by price or reputation.  It's... all glorified mud water.  It's... what I have.  Even tea, save white, is... mostly, a vegetal based type of mud soup.  Not hating, I drink it all.  Just... that's how I see it.  

On to cofvid... by the way?  Did anyone else realize, later, that Trump slipped up with that?  Either a freudian or intended slip, I can't say.  That tells me he knew something, a good deal of time before it was released, or escaped.  Or... flu was altered and framed.  My only question is, just how much, and what exactly, did he know?  Was he part of the whole thing, or just a stooge who it was seen fit to inform to some small degree?  But, to me, that means he knew.  I wonder if that is why they hate him so much.  Either they felt, he was compromising them... or they began to believe he couldn't be trusted, and they felt they needed to be able to inform him... to some small or large degree.  You don't get such an evil through without all the talking heads working in sync.  And if one of them can't be trusted?  Almost surprised, as big and evil as this was, that he hasn't been kennedied, arkansa'ed, or such.

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