Hmm, that did not work.

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Ah well, I am sure, in time, it will. I gave it a grand effort, laying quietly and still for 3 hours. With sleep nowhere on the horizon, I decided to read. Vox's book on economics has been completed. I should actually just say it has been read. His is a type of book where, once read, it is only a beginning. I would like to read more about the various schools of economics. We do have a library here, and with inter-library trading possible, I might just be able to find some of the references given.

My notions are that the book is accurate, clear, and I can see a strong potential for the prognostication offered. Having said that, I will then say that my grasp of economics is more based on how I view the world rather than any specific knowledge of economics, having only taken one course in microeconomics, a lower level course at that. Though the only difference between upper and lower level economics is the use of calculus in one and not in the other. Natural orders cannot be upended by the devices of men. A boom cannot exist into perpetuity. Things of that sort form my basics in reason, world-view, and even religion. Engineering, from what I have seen of it, seems to bear this out (sometimes by ignoring theory, albeit). Then again, maybe I just missed something in some of the theory too. That stuff can make even the most interested student a bit cross-eyed.

Beyond this, my mind has flittered from economics and the future to women. Even in my sad current state it is good to know I am a healthy man, if only in mind. I would worry more over not thinking of women than not thinking of food! That reminds me, I am hungry. Back to it. I keep seeing the deep divisions between men and women. Honestly, I think this exactly as it was meant to be though that is not the point of my consideration. And I have covered my versions of what has gone wrong on the part of women, law, and such. What I was thinking about tonight is the problem with men. Mostly, our expectations.

I do not think most men have a high expectation of a woman, a wife. What we have is a mistaken notion of what to expect. What we want from women often cannot be had because women are not what we think. Much like, say, a kitten. If I had only seen a kitten in a cage, only perhaps petted it slightly before obtaining the creature, and had never had one in my home, I would be surprised and perhaps horrified by the creature once in my home. They claw, they bite, and they either do not know or care what no means! Hmmm, I do not even think I sidetracked with that corollary!

I am not sure what women are and I have had a few in my home or have otherwise lived with them. I do not think I am supposed to know either. However, a little familiarity with the species has allowed me some insight. Women might have honor, respect, and bravery, but these things are so different from how a man perceives them that they seem to not have them at all. I have never understood how a woman can call herself honest and fib every other sentence? I think in this case, it means she is suggesting she is faithful. Women are not mechanically inclined if they may want to do something themselves anyway. They are emotional rather than logical, and even if logic oriented or trained can lose that in a heartbeat.

I think men have expectations that cannot be fulfilled by women. I think that this problem is further exacerbated by a world which is trying to live the lie that men and women are equal and really the same except for genitalia. Though, I think part of that latter problem is a problem women have more than men as most men do not buy that. Tinkerbells, pretty boys, and the like need not apply to the men club.

Sassy is enjoying her day already. Thankfully she is still too small to reach some places. Sam, if she still play hates Sassy, is sort of becoming attached to the furry pest too. To get Sam to come in, I have to put Sassy away in the bedroom. If I forget Sassy, Sassy is like I was when grounded to my room... in heaven. Sam, however, looks all over the house, behind the couches, in the kitchen, and comes to me to see if I have her tucked away. Then meows or taps me, at which time I let Sassy out, Sam bats her and chases and runs from her, then finds a highly defensible position from whence to ignore the little spitfire. And Sassy has always wanted to get near Sam. The two are almost ignoring poor old pop-o anymore. Ah, but pop-o has teh milcs.

I am going to simply try to stay up. In an hour, if I am still functioning, I will try to get the supplies stored, take a shower, and head to SLC. I am hoping the physical work will brace me for the long drive. It is difficult to drive when this tired, and I am this sleepy pretty much all day every day recently. Wish me luck.