Ah ha!

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I was looking for clues about current life here at home, and... there it was.  I have felt cool, actually cold, lately.  I just assumed the world hadn't quite warmed up, yet, somehow.  The furnace, of course, has been off.  I have been trying to just live without heat for some time.  Still, the control for the furnace is electronic, and even when off it indicates the inside temperature.  While freezing today, as I was passing the device to feed the cats, I happened to check the temp.  It was 76 F in here.  At 76 I am usually... uncomfortably warm.  Yes, my heart is struggling.  I had to think... how much could people save on utilities if they all simply had bad hearts!

Something may be ticking over though.  I was wrong last time I thought that, and actually two out of my last three times I thought the world was looking up have been incorrect.  No matter, the sense I get is that life is about to kick up a notch.  There are little clues.  Often clues are subtle, though some are more solid.  When a certain number of these take places, like a weatherman noticing a few indicators, a prognostication may begin.  As with the weatherman, prognostication is just that though.  Still, when enough signs occur, hope builds.

I dreamed of women last sleep cycle.  No, not romance, technically.  There is a woman now, and a woman from my past, who were both 'military types'.  Both could fire, clean, disassemble and assemble firearms, and actually had a decent mind for the tactics of war, and many such notions were owned by both.  Beautiful women, smart women in the ways that I can know these things, talented even in many feminine things too.  The one from my past was... a draw.  But, like tattoos although without needing to be told, I knew not to become involved with such women, back in the day.  The 'killer' woman from my past was as 'fascinated' with me as I was with her.  We had to work at never being alone together.  For the short time being alone was possible, it seemed like forever, that was some hard work.  Unrequited love is an absolute monster, but sometimes it just has to be.  Is this new woman interested?  If I had to guess I... wouldn't tell you anyway.  A pleasant dream it was, anyway.  I still have to laugh.  One was into American military items, and US measurements.  The other was into 'other' allied items and metric measures.  One of the things my mind went through was those differences.  Other than that they could have been sisters.  Fair enough, one is US and one was Israeli.  It was a beautiful dream, dedicated to some beautiful women, warriors of sorts, and good cooks too.  I am still undecided if such women would, should, be approached.  Some habits die very hard.  I still have no tattoos either.  Most likely, should I find a wife, I will attempt to up-train her just a bit in the ways of war and tactics.  But a man... can dream. 

Hmm, now I feel warm.  Yeah, one of the things that might be an indication that life is coming back to function.  Wait and see... wait and check and see.  And when available... JUMP!

Good day.