Forget what I said about sleeping better. I woke in the wee hours, one o'clock or so, and tried vainly to get back to sleep. Finally I just got up, decided to write a bit here. Then feed the cats when the hour is a little smarter.
I couldn't shut my mind down. My legs were feeling a little gimpy, achey, understandable. But mostly it was my mind. And part of that was getting off the juice fast. Thinking about actually eating. This is crazy. Never let it be said that I eat to live; to be sure, I live to eat.
But I won't eat yet. That way lies disappointment. I'll fix my scrambled tofu with broc and spinach and potatoes when the sun has peaked over the horizon. It's only a bit after four now. Perhaps a nice warm shower. Then try again.
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