Almost 11:00 and all is well.

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Not sure what is up, but I am awake, mostly groomed, and ready. For what you might ask. Heck if I know. It is raining and threatening to rain more, so work on the hen house probably cannot begin. I might do some measuring, again, and try to... well, just doing that for no other reason than to do it again. Dishes are soaking. Laundry piles look at me like I ought to be guilty, but hey, they are all collected in the right place, even sorted mostly, and they are not all that big. Some things will be done today, for sure.

Not that this means I am finished with my snit, fit, or fall. It is just that I feel good today. Whatever is supposed to be working is working. That though only creates potential. This, as I have said before, is a difficult next step in recovering. Though this could be called psychological, it may just as easily be mechanical. Put a man in a prison for some indefinite periods of time. Let him go whenever the mood strikes you, suggesting it has something to do with behavior, though showing no real causation or logic related to the why. Drag him back to prison indiscriminately (or seemingly to him) off and on for 20 years. Now, open the door. Sometimes he simply will have no interest in leaving. He is used to the confinement. He might even fear going out and trying to get involved with the work and play of life. He may be unfit, unable to really become involved. Still, I keep trying if I cannot always take every opportunity.

I think the rain and the cool has helped. It was in the 80's, upper 80's, until this rain set in. The cool is very welcome to me. I was not sure how I would deal with the cooling but I do think of it as a good thing, at this point. Headaches have abated a bit, though that might have been going back on the bottle (caffeine type). But I think sleeping while it is raining is rather soothing too. Between the pitter patter of rain drops to the smells to the cool.

Sassy has been being a bit of a terror. Now that I have gotten her used to the outside, mostly, I have decided that when she goes on her tears, I will simply set her outside. Today was the first time I did it though I doubt if it will be the last. The only reason I did not do this before was because the notion simply did not come to me and I had not gotten her used to being outside. It seems to work. She has not learned how to play nice or when to quit play either, so my hands and arms are a little cut up. I think I will do this when she refuses to be nice as well. She really does not like going outside. I wonder if that will change, any of it. Sam, more than ever, loves the outside. I am sure Sassy is pushing her out. I may intertwine letting Sam have the house to herself occasionally as well. This is, after all, her home before it was ever my home or Sassy's home. Who knows with cats though? I am also letting Sam stay out as long as she wants. Which may mean that she stays out longer than she wants. If she does not return when it is my bedtime, she has to stay out until I wake up. I do my best.

Oh, I saw something at MAinfo which absolutely shocked me, and that is saying something. If this turns out to be true I think Democrats everywhere will be in much more serious straits than what they are already in. I keep hoping for updates or others to pick it up and flesh it out. Even if the deal involves Repugnants, I think the weight of it is indicative of Democrats and their 'legal style' (think E. Gonzales, and Cuba (spelling?)). This, if true, will change much. The Senate may well turn on this where it would not otherwise. Women, a Dem bloc, will not tolerate their babies being trifled with by anyone, and if you know women all babies are their babies (goes to skirt socialism, but that is another issue). Even left libertarians might go a little off their cool-aid feed. Stanger "liberals" and Friedan feminists (Stalinist) will not be swayed, but most others will be. But more, the rest of us, already at extremely hostile, will simply put our foot down. If, of course, it is true and as advertised. Waiting...