Difficult slog. Focusing on focusing the mind to work level despite all the whatnot.
Another dietary dilemma -- enormous can of artificially flavored crisps for 0.87 clearance. Purchased. In wartime, one feeds the troops with what's at hand and not explicitly prohibited. And one hopes that a lifetime of generally speaking nutrition-focused choices will allow for the occasional spells of living off the land. (The land in this case being the industrial wasteland of the processed food industry, and their food products that I'd usually just walk past in the aisle, even on clearance.)