Today was another exercise in moving my beers around to accommodate the real world. It may have been the first time I had a beer before sunrise without having first stayed up the entire night before. In any case, I made it through and am reasonably back on schedule. Yesterday and today I have found myself a little tired in the afternoons, but all things considered, I’d say I feel like a champ.
I’ve decided once and for all that I’m ditching out of the morning radio circuit, because I don’t have time for that. And possibly the energy, if only the mental kind. It’s the same basic speech, but managing the appointments alone is a hassle. I’ll fulfill what I have scheduled through Monday and then I’m done with that until the fast is over. I was surprised that the requests were so persistent, but here I am on Day Nine thinking there’s surely a real news item for these guys to follow.
Today is St. Patrick’s Day, and I could probably technically break the fast, but instead of stout and corned beef and cabbage–which sounds delicious–I’ll stick with doppelbock. If you’re wondering if I’m getting tired of it, the answer leans in the affirmative. When it’s all said and done, I’ll surely take a break from beer for a couple of days and then launch into a raucous round of polygamy.
I weighed in at 147 today for those keeping score at home, and despite that afternoon fatigue (which I get on a normal diet from time to time), all is well.