Today, I enter the 10th day of carnivore—yes, that big ol' double digits. Just getting the streak off the ground is monumental—from here on out, I expect to hit triple digits before not too long IF I maintain the focus on how this piece fits into my overall program. If it becomes purposeless, that flailing what's the point of it all mindset, then it is doomed to failure, for SURPRISE: I'm not motivated by vanity in of itself. But, capabilities and opportunities? Mark me down for that!

And THIS is why the theme for this high-fat carnivore (HFC) streak is adventure. And in time, it'll no longer feel like a streak, but just what I do. I mean, out of 8 billion folks, I can't imagine a single one of them logging in a daily count of days when they eat their take on a Little Debbie's snack cake. In time, my carnivore diet will return to how I felt in that 637-day streak, that 1-year-and-9-month run when it mattered not that I was maintaining it. It was just what I did.

Eating HFC is not an end unto itself. It is a core tool as it enhances my abilities, optimizes my body and heals the destruction that has been waylaid against it by plants.

No, HFC is merely a pillar to what I want to accomplish.

Speaking of tools, I continue to enjoy Todoist. Yesterday, I set up some basic queries on its filters, things like "today & @chores." I am still trying to throw my now 285 tasks into an effective, cohesive organism. While I've never heard of anyone else doing this, I'm drawn to the idea of identity, wearing hats if you will. Instead of labeling a project as a what, I prefer to label it as a who, almost as if I was assigning it to a person whose role role it is to do that task. Stuff groups together nicely that way! And then, if I can shape the schema into a fantasy RPG context, it's all the more better! Huzzah! However, this approach may not work well with someone who specializes and is not a hybrid class.

Well, I did it: I returned to my sacrosanct 3 AM. But, it totally comes with an asterisk attached as it's on the heels of the time change. And thus, I woke up at 4 AM? And I'm not even back to the 2:30 AM of the spring-summer.

Speaking of the summer, since that July, some four months ago, I gained a whole 8 INCHES around my belly—I am just pregnant with ideas! You know I am stoked about that! Ahh, give it time for I'm the wizard of weightloss...(and weightgain come to think of it).

Ahh, FTW.

I'm not lifting weights this morning; I'm not heading up to the BRC in a few; I'm not slapping the sandals on to tear up the sidewalk. No, I'm just in the moment...restoring balance...drinking coffee in the solace of the night...preparing and marking down notes for what lies ahead...

I am a huge fan of Todoist Pro. Although I've just started, I've got around 300 items to address and a lot of them are merely placeholders like "design a running program." Yeah, a paper version of this would be OVERWHELMING! I like the AI integration for subtasks to brainstorm where to start, though not as much as this YouTuber. Hey, I got tacos down flat (see opening segment of this post).

I've been applying Todoist shorthand for task entry...

• # for projects...
• @ for labels...
• ! for a specific time...
• p3 for Priority 3...

...there's value in triaging our lives.

Naturally, for a new project, I'll add an emoji that best typifies a project name with a matching color. It's helpful for me to find projects rapidly. I mean, it's no fighter pilot HUD, but an errant squirrel might catch my attention if I don't find the project fast enough.

However, it has been like herding cats to organize all of these tasks down into their respective project boxes. In time, I'll get this gray tabby into its own corner of the box!

(Squirrel!)

There remains the need for a 5 gallons worth of caulk to plug up missing content on this ol' site of mine. I toyed with the idea of going '90s and sprinkling under construction GIFs all over the place. I really thought those animated gifs were going to stay a thing of the past. Maybe I'd throw a NETSCAPE NOW into the mix. But NOT the dancing baby. Never the dancing baby.

Yes, I'm keeping this site. Whoa, big decision, me! I've only had this domain since April 6, 2017, 12:46:04 AM way out in Chester County, Tennessee. Way back when I was still middle-aged me at 38! I know, I know, there are folks who think 45 is in that middle-aged range that extends into the 50s. But look at the math:

• 73.5 years is the U.S. life expectancy for men.
• The middle = 36.75 years
• The twenties just CAN'T be middle-aged, so let's use that as a boundary.
• 30 <——> 36.75 <——> 43.5

You are 45 going on 46
Baby, it's time to think
Better beware
Be canny and careful
Baby, you're on the brink

I injected a bit of new meaning into that melody!

Clearly, these days I can be found at the Cracker Barrel or up for some old dialog over some bad coffee at the McDonald's.

Hey, that brings back a flashback to the McDonald's off of Hwy 64, in 1995-96, when we'd meet together on Fridays for a Bible study with Sherrill before our high school days would kick off...

...which leads to another flashback, this time in spring 2002, meeting with Jack from FedEx for a Bible study at the Ugly Mug at Highland/Poplar on one of those days that mushed together as they do for the hapless, post college graduate. There were a few like me and then the younger Rhodes students. It was better coffee and we took turns bringing Gibson's Donuts.

Yeah, I'm TOTALLY geriatric with my old man stories!

And yet, as it has been sung, "I still got neon in my veins...I ain't ready for the junkyard yet 'cause I still feel like a new Corvette."

In other vibrancy news, I'm now a full week into my carnivore hunt. On to the next.