Up and at it.

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 To bed by 22:30, asleep by 23:00 I should think, then up at 6:30. That is close enough to the times anyway. I set the alarms for 7:00 and 8:00, just in case. It was a cool night and I left the windows open, that can make waking difficult. I'm not sore today either. And, oddly, no blisters. I used gloves two days ago when I shoveled, but not yesterday. And I have done more shoveling those two times each than I did the first time. Of course, I still don't think I've done enough work to deserve blisters, it's just that logic should seem to dictate that I would get more blisters since I haven't formed calluses. I will get more digging in today. I may have to dig another foot back before I can reasonably make another step platform down. My problem is that at my size I need more room to work, somehow. But before I get to that I may make a run into town to get that digger bar. I forgot the heart-dosed aspirin too, which would be good to have. And buying a couple of containers would be good. I am all out. Big plastic containers for beans or whatever.

 The morning is cool, perhaps nearing cold. I will have to push it a bit to get going. A shower and getting dressed really does take care of the cold, especially since the day will warm some. Sun, clouds, and possible rain are all vying for control. Hmm, a pot of coffee might be good too. I might just start making half a pot, and have that as a standard morning thing. A full pot is a bit much, though it sure puts some spit back in the old dried out bones once in a while. Hot coffee is best when it's cool, but in hot times I can just ice it down. Yeah, I know, purists everywhere are gagging on that notion. But... have you ever tried it? With ice, whole whipping cream, and a sweetener of your choice, it makes quite a nice cool drink on a hot summer day.

I can't tell you what the dreams have been about, exactly. But I have been dreaming. I know they have centered on women. Women, women, women, and more women. I don't think they have been erotic in nature, more about the interplay between women and myself. I didn't wake up agitated, dispirited, or such, and remember none of that either. It is more that my mind seems to be... recalling the past and looking at things it wants to use in the future maybe? It's been pleasant, basically, though too. Women are a real treasure. Yeah, I know, I talk about their faults. Yeah. And I have my doubts, sure, true. But never think I hate women. Think of it this way. Is gold precious? Would you love a ton of it, and more? Would you be willing to start randomly digging in a mountain to try to find it? See, that's the deal. Even when you find a vein, you still have to dig. You have to maintain the mine so it doesn't collapse for at least two reasons. You may have to mitigate flooding, you need to check for gas buildup while you are working, and then you have to worry about other people getting the gold once you find it and after you have extracted it and then purified it. It's a load of work. Women are like that. From a man's point of view. I'd honestly be curious about a woman's perspective on women. Okay, I lie. But go for it if you think you can.

I did wake in a bit of a foul mood, unrelated to dreaming though. Given a bit of time I usually pop out of that. Just... leave me alone for a bit, I have told my women in the past. Let my brain reconfigure to consciousness and I become much more pleasant to deal with. The smart ones would leave me alone, or better bring me a cup of coffee then go. Coming back in a bit yields much better interactions. Don't start jabbering about things I can't comprehend as soon as my feet hit the floor.  Don't.  I don't care if the house is on fire.  Don't.  The day can then be planned, business attended, a little morning flirtation, perhaps a little more if we were on the same page, then on to whatever else there was to do. I can be a big baby. And I'm good with that. Still, with women, what I realized, is that we take turns being the big baby. The trick is to find a woman who can tolerate my big baby mode, and whose big baby mode is in areas I myself can tolerate, and that we don't become big babies at the same time or for the same events. If done right, everyone gets pampered and powdered pretty much on call, but then gets on with life. Yeah, life with women can be quite good, with a little work, some negotiating, if both parties are interested in making it happen. Ah, but my mood has definitely improved. Both kittehs know it and are crowding me now. Angry gorilla to teddy bear, they like it all though too.  They add contrast for the relationship, and are unavoidable in any case so one might as well enjoy them.  Either that or they consider me a nice warm place upon which to perch. Love is never just one thing though, it's a whole bunch of things put together, time, the reals, the seen, and the unseen. Some of it is simply unknown, possibly unknowable.

Hmm, on to... something. Coffee! Later.