Finally, a right sleep.

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I have been sleeping from four to six hours for the last three weeks?  Or, mostly.  And, while that has been fine, mostly, it also hasn't been just dandy.  Something wrong.  Plus, wasn't able to push through the day into the full day.  Last night I finally got some good rest.  My heart is thanking me for it.  Some.  More, though, it requests.  I will if I can.

I did end up being awake until after 14:00.  Three, five, ten, thirty, after?  I don't know.  And I'm just... pretty sure it was after that, I know I saw 13:30 well before going to bed.  Pretty sure I was 14:03 on the clock before, too.  But, as I crash, sometimes I dream things.  I do know I didn't make it to 15:00.  I so wanted to.  Then again, I was crashing at around eleven.  So, staying up that long was not just a feat, a mean feat, and it hurt.

Still, I... did it.  I wanted to do it.  I did better than I thought, less than I hoped.

Now, tonight, I think I woke at around 20:00?  Body tried to wake, I shut it down.  Quickly.  Harshly.  This time.  And it worked.  I then slept until 23:00 and small change.  But, that... was good enough.  Between eight and nine hours down, right?  Depends on exactitudes I don't have in my possession, knowledge lost in the fog of exhaustion.  But, more sleep is the sum.

Blood sugar is 127.  Bleh.  Down seven from the fasting blood sugar yesterday, but... annoyingly high after getting down to 98 last night, last check.  Weight is 212.8, better.  But I think I still have three to five pounds of water weight that should go.  Working on it.

Coffee is brewing.  I know, but I am still... thinking on how to manage fatted coffees... how to reduce, or eliminate, those.  So convenient.  There are things too them, beyond being a conveyor of fat.  The caffeine... but I can get that, without the fat.  Or greatly reduce it?  Dunno, thinking.

On to more laundry today.  And the boxes in this front room, maybe in the kitchen too.  And else.  A clearing day.  It'll take a day or three?  We'll see.  No food, most likely.  Though I will pull some steaks out to thaw, and have those the next few days.  Then fast again for a few days, until I shop.  It's... nice not being controlled by a need for food.  I'm hungry?  No I'm not.  And, even if I am?  I can go without for days.  Fasting while hungry is much more efficacious.  To my mind.  Much more prayerful, to be certain.  It is giving to God from my poverty, not my largess.  Growing, with God, through deprivation... but not sinfully, harmfully.  Not even blissfully, if joyfully?  I think so.  Just some thoughts.

Well, on with coffee and my day.  Be well, say a quick prayer if you would.  Walk with God, do your jobs, duties, and have some breakfast?  :p  Later.