Soup, again.

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This time, instead of chicken of the sea, I went with real chicken.  Or chicken of the land?  I really don't like canned chicken.  Alone.  But, how many foods are good on their own?  Anyway.  With it being cooler, as winter arrives, having something warm to drink and eat is a good thing, a great thing.

Stewed tomato, with jalapeno and habanero, and a blend of various veggies.  As well, either keto friendly beef and mushroom stock, or regular beef or chicken stock.  I am absolutely amazed at how good this food is.  As the goodies are eaten, to stretch, add more water, and some hot spices.

I think I can make it to noon, though am hoping to push through to 16:00.  But if I do, the goal is to go to bed right then.  If I push too far, for too long, I end up crashing, and twisting, with night and day spinning uncontrollably for a while.  Actually, for the next week, being awake until 16:00 is as good as I can do.  Should do.  Then, maybe, begin attempting to push it to 20:00.  That is probably my best bedtime, to get up in the early dark... between four and six.

I had been doing well, then just fell flat.  I'll keep trying.  Getting back, more solidly, into carnivore might help too.  Veggies are just being tried.  I will keep some in stock, and some in use, just nowhere like what I have been doing.  Between hunger, having little else to eat, the griddle being shut down, and else, I sort of ran out of options.  At least I didn't starve.

I'm glad I bought canned chicken, for in case my mother ever visited again.  Even though I was sure I would never eat it.  Hunger is a funny thing.  Though, once you go into some new territory, it might end up not being so bad.

I also finally got a shower.  It's been two weeks?  Three?  I'm embarrassed to admit that.  couldn't stand for that long.  Couldn't focus, remember.  It's been a dark fall, if not all that cold?  Or... so I suggest.  Working on a few knots, in the hair, still.  It's... rough... being mostly dead most of the time, more so when it is too dark and cold, or too light and hot.  Extremes take my legs out.

Still?  Life is good.  I am eating, sipping tea, and water.  Taking care of my feline lady friend.  And... doing what I can, when I can.  I am grateful for the opportunity to test myself, to attempt to do Gods will even when I can't stand long enough to shower for weeks.  To live on my own, and yet pray for those out there, good and ill, rich and poor, fool and other sort of fool, and the wise.

It's a good life.  Later, or good night should I fall flat.  Oh... I tossed my bed, will have to put that together before I can sleep in it.  It needed airing as I needed a shower.  All good.  A shower, and clean bed?  Nice.  Very, very, nice.