Not as early as hoped.

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I set the alarm for four and six.  I gave the four two or three snoozes, hoping I could wake.  Realized that wouldn't happen, so turned it off.  The six alarm offered more hope.  I turned it off, thinking I was awake, a few snooze bars in.  Here it is, almost nine, and I am just rolling out.  I pushed that too hard.

Oh, and I feel a bit warm.  The problem with eating carbs is that they do heat the body, or at least mine.  Annoying.  I will finish that last three quarters of the last sandwich today.  A bit this morning, a bit later.  It's... there.  I paid for it.  Pretty expensive, these days.

As soon as coffee is done, I'll eat with it.  Lots of fat, in the fatted coffee, will help with the blood sugar.  As will allulose.  Strange things, they can really help.  But... there will be a price.  More steak, this month, since it is payday.  And, if I can find a good price on burger, I'll grab some of that.  I haven't seen any good deals so far, but will hold onto coin in the hopes I can get thirty pounds of it, in three pound packs.  Five pounds is just too much.  Repackaging adds a lot to cost.  I'd love to make patties out of that, but homemade patties don't... work all that well.  Even with patty devices.  It just doesn't work.  Which makes me wonder what the plants do/use.  Not sure I want to know, which means I don't want to pay a premium for, say, the use of seed oils, or additives they aren't required to label?

Yes.  I am picky.  And, if you aren't by now?  Keep up on the jabs, keep voting for the people that hate you, keep following your doctor's advice as if he cares whether you live and doesn't seem aimed at killing you,  Keep eating manufactured "food goods", and so on.  And... keep eating and drinking until you... find your way to bliss?  I don't... think God will know you.  Not even sure He will know me.  But I am working in that direction.  

You have to start by taking care of yourself, then extending that outward.  If your forget yourself, as I did for decades?  There was no way I was any good to anyone else.  It seems that is what the world wanted.  The world of flesh, the world of man, modern politics, medicine, and philosophy/religion.  It's... the wrong way.  If you are a broken pile of scrap, you can't live well, or help others.

I'm working my way back.  Is it enough?  What IS enough?  I... guess I don't absolutely know.  If I am sure the path is narrow, steep, difficult.  Too?  As a fish?  If you only go with the stream?  It... probably means you are dead, or too ill for it to matter.  Face upstream, take the hits, enjoy the struggle, and live.  So... I am... attempting.

It is 66 outside, 73/75 upstairs, 70 in the main of the house, and 66 up front here?  Strange, but okay.  The sun is up, and has been out since probably six.  So... it's... still a cool day, all in all.  I would guess it was down to the low 50s as a low, but just can't be certain.  Maybe the high forties.  It wouldn't be down to 66 in this front room otherwise.  All but sure.  And upstairs, that is among the cooler temps for a month?  Or so.  Enjoying it.  But I better push, or I'll crash, even with the carbs.

Oh!  Caught another mouse!  And... the traps I ordered should be in today.  I have been working with just one trap that actually does as intended.  Today I will have... ten?  Ten more, plus the one.  Eleven to sprinkle around.  I really thought the one yesterday was the last.  Though, they... may move in, encroach on territory as it opens?  So... I'll keep those traps going.  They only seem to fall for the traps at night.  I suppose they can see it, but, at night?  They only smell the bait... don't see the structure?  *ka-zap!*  :)

Coffee should be ready, as well, I'll grab a portion of the sub.  Munch, with morning medicine, and then get a shower right away, before the cool catches up to me, and crashes my systems.  Might as well dress like an adult human, today, as well.  Things to do.  Life is good.  Need to push it to make it great.  Later.