I do think there’s been some leveling off in the purely-mirtazapine fatigue, but it also seems that if I don’t overcome morning inertia when the 8:00am alarm goes off to feed the cats the mirtazapine makes it far easier to sleep past noon. Breakfast, in this case, was the no-brainer effort of instant oatmeal, frozen sausage, and reheated coffee from last night. The final episode of Seven Worlds, One Planet was watched. This afternoon I got out for a latte and a piece of quiche down the street at Chop (while getting in some more of Semicolon), but it wasn’t my preferred quiche consistency; so, I did have lunch but it was underwhelming and right at the edge of my sensory issues when it comes to food.