📚Last night was rough. I ate a nice omelette at 11am yesterday, and didn’t have anything else until dinner about 7pm. As I sat down for dinner I had a massive sugar crash, resulting in massive fatigue even when my dinner had started going into the system. BUT – finally about 9:15 things were better, I pulled out the Kindle, and read 3 chapters of Voyage to the City of the Dead, by Alan Dean Foster.
Another reading victory. A somewhat average to potentially shitty day saved.