Life is good.

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My Mom called. We talked for just a bit. I told her about my sleep problems, Sassy detention, and the sluggishness that is going on. But I told her I have a thumb on it and am trying to get it under control. We both know I probably never will figure it out. Even if the medical field wanted to look into it seriously, they probably could not find a fix. Like carburetors of old, something in me sticks open or shut and the complexities of some odd carburetors have nothing on a human system, and even some of those were simply junked because they could not be made to work. That I continue to try and even succeed to a degree, comparatively, offers some hope of more than a completely misplaced end-life.

Sassy is back! She was missed. I am not so sure Sam was happy about her return. I had thought Sam missed the kitten when she was gone, but that may have been a mistake. We will see. Then again, reading a cat's emotions and notions is something akin to telling what a woman feels. Adding to the complexity is the realization that what a woman feels is not always what she thinks, needs, or wants. The confusion regarding such things, I think, is similar to cats. Female cats more so too? Who really knows.

I do notice that I love to go out and about. There are dozens of women out there, you know. And I enjoy subtle flirtations, minor pleasantries, and other interactions with that half of the species. They are difficult to tack down, true enough. But then these particular ones are not really on my target list. Wife shopping is one thing, window shopping is quite another. Which leads into something else on my mind, about a particular woman.

My masseuse. Along with the chiropractic treatments I have been receiving massages. Most of the time I receive them from a particular woman. She is engaged. We have talked often about this and that, from family to whatever. This last visit, I asked how old she was. Then I teased that if I were a little younger and her situation were a little different, I might be chasing her. Well! She did not kick me out or anything, but she did become quite defensive. Her fiance, she suggested, is 6'6". I did not say this, but I was "trained" on big guys, bigger than me. Further, I doubt if he is even a warrior. He would, honestly, have little chance against me. No brag, just the way it is. Second, she is an atheist, give or take. She is not of actual interest. If she had been, which she would have known if she thought about it, I would have asked her to tea. I do not enter a thing passively. I do or do not, I do not dither, hint, or otherwise dance around the thing. Though asking a woman to tea might seem passive, understand it as an interview, with little exposure financially, through time loss, or in a personal way, rather than a light date. It IS doing, if in a way that favors my interests. Why the strong reaction though? I honestly thought she knew me better by now. Bah, women!

Well, that is it for now. Time to... do something... or not. Sassy is still a little groggy. Light feeding and gentleness are the things she will get for a while. I need to check for infection and tend her a bit. Not a problem after what I had done to her. Anyway, later.