With his family out of town, it took three days of rock-bottom lifestyle-flailing before the reset. Fortunately he was a teetotaler, or at least a 99% practitioner of alcoholic temperance, as his treatment during those days of sugars and snacks and the like applied to harder vices most certainly would have made for a poor result. But here he was, the winds settled, the dog sleeping on the floor, writing a plan for his tomorrow self.