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62ºF, clear skies: the same breakfast I've had every morning for the last six years always tastes best after I've had to fast for a medical blood sacrifice to be told in two weeks everything I'm doing wrong (elevated calcium levels strike me as the "check engine’ light of the body: it’s either too much cheese or cancer and/or everything in between): not something I enjoy, but I do appreciate the transformation of something that's become so rote - two egg omelette, greek yogurt - into something so wonderful... managed to extricate myself from pernicious habit of checking comms in the morning before breakfast and now I need to stop it before bed (One Sec is definitely helping)... "It may be funny to you, motherfucker, but it's not funny to me" = GO BETO... the day awaits.