I‘m real tired. 
I went to bed early last night, but I’m still tired. Maybe it’s because I fasted today, that’s what Abby thinks it is. I fasted and I spent a bit of time in the shop. It was real cold, and by the time I switched gloves, I couldn’t feel a few of the fingers on my right hand. 

I think I’ll go to bed early tonight, too. I’ll read a bit of The Way of A Pilgrim, then I’ll go to bed. 

I’m tempted to fast tomorrow too, but I have too much going on, I think. Maybe I’ll fast on Saturday. The whole notion was that I’ve been doing a bad job fasting this round and I’d like to do better. 

It felt largely lovely throughout the day. I’m a little tired but I felt clear, aware, thankful. Makes me want to fast again tomorrow, but it’ll have to be Saturday. 

The idea of fasting while I make Roby breakfast and feed her patiently, the way she likes to eat, is actually incredibly appealing.