A slow day.

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I did not go to bed until 4:00. I slept well. I finally woke at a little past 14:00 I think. The neighbor was ringing the doorbell incessantly, just like my lady friend used to do, and with both, for good reason. I can be difficult to roust. A single bell, every few seconds, over even an extended period may not move me to awaken. I have, when I can, the sleep of the dead. I am a ghost, after all. In any case, I spoke a bit with him at the door, still in what passes for my pajamas. It was getting later, he reminded me, and he hoped I could get ready to drive him to the store soon.

Sure enough, I was up and at it... in 45 minutes, or was it an hour and a half. Who knows. I am still not quite awake. I have been pushing it, given the heat and my conditions. And, most likely, I will continue to do so. However, once in a while I will need a slow, closed, quiet day to reflect, rest up, and take stock. Today is as close to one of those days as I will get for a while, or have had in a while. Even so, it is not a complete shut down day. I started sorting some of the things I brought back from the storage unit, and today I will finish that. As well, I need to tidy up the place. And, I did go to the store, buying some things I needed while taking my neighbor for his shopping.

But it will be good to, for the most part, stay inside for the day. I like my cave, even when it is hot. Snails have their shells, slugs too, crayfish carry theirs. Every creature out their knows they need a little spot to be quiet and alone, and they can learn to love these places. I am no different. It is just that in excess, being alone, being in solitude, being quiet, that these things are death. Beyond the need for the social, there is a need for fresh air, green things in their natural setting, and sunshine. Yes, I said it. Even vampires, us real ones, need a little sun.

My body is becoming stronger, if it is yet a bit weak. My skin needs less moisturizing. My skin is becoming stronger, and browner, to handle all the sunshine it has been getting. If truth be told, I brown in a tenth the time, seemingly, that a normal person will. I am, to say the least, light sensitive. My ability to do things in duration has taken a mult-fold multiple increase because of the move as well. But just being out shooting, standing and walking, hold the gun for hours, and in the heat, has developed some stamina. If it is weak on the normality scale, it is nearing normalcy and could surpass it. Standing is brutal, for long periods, even an hour or two, at this point. Part of that, a large part maybe, is my weight. The other part is that my feet are odd, hammer toes and such. I am changing, in all manner of ways. All for the good. But I do need some rest.

It is my hope that I will wake early and go fishing again tomorrow morning. I will not swear to it, I just have a feeling. As well, tomorrow afternoon I will probably go out with my neighbor and shoot and fish a bit more, if not I may go myself. I think he is getting stronger too. He is very thin, though, so I do not know how much he will be able to take. With me as a neighbor, however, he will not stay thin for long. I doubt if he will get fat, exactly, but I have a tendency to put meat on bones just by my proximity and my willingness to share food as a grace I extend to even those I do not necessarily like, so long as they are civil. Good food is just something I think that is too special to horde. Let them eat cake (and roast, chops, bacon, steak, stew, breads, juices, milk, beer, and... let me see, what else do I have in my larder...). I hate people who are skinny by accident or sad fate, but if they really want to be skinny, they ought to stay away from me at meal time. I will story tell them into an extra ten pounds. Then again, as the economy is going, that extra ten pounds on smaller people will make for better fixins if it comes to cannibalism. *grins*

I had two credit cards when I started my move. The big one, the one I put the U-haul truck and gas on, has rescinded my credit line. Thankfully after I got those bills on it. It was a Chase card. They picked a really rotten time to do that. From some of things I am hearing, they are in such wretched financial shape, they really ought to be careful with that. They make much better money from their credit cards then they can afford to lose. I will never do business with them again for this betrayal. A month from now, I would not have cared as much. But right when I need it for a few things, and without notice in part because I was in the MIDDLE OF A MOVE it is definitely viewed as a betrayal of trust. They had to know I was moving, considering that I had a one way high tag U-haul listed and changed my address. A rotten company and bad business practices. I hope they go bankrupt and fire everyone, and without golden parachutes. Well, I can hope.

I am treated very will in this town, by the way. If too, people stand back a bit. I am not sure if they know how to take me. Maybe it is just my size, but I do not think so. This small town gets to know new people, very quickly, inside and out. It is, often, the part of small towns I despise. But here, I think I like it. This is one town I would rather be know in, and to have a little spot in. And, unlike Iowa City or Coralville, I will change my habits to fit in more than I will ever try to change the town. Well, except for the liberal aspects here.

The city just tried to over-ride state laws on handguns. The state has made it clear that the state, not cities, has the final say on all gun measures. This city, being a clown college town, has sent something up to the state asking for power. I hope and pray the state hammers this town without mercy on that. One can, in this state and city, even carry concealed (with a permit of course) on campus! I have some notion that there will never be 38 people shot here by one gunman, no matter how many guns he has. It is not just the guns, it is that these people are not just targets. Even without guns they would fight back, at least the ones from around here. As humble and hardworking as they are, they are not cowards. They will not just sit back and accept evil unto their deaths. Good people here. I hope to become one of them.

Enough. I have things to do, if no place to go (by choice, today). Have a good day.