Hmm, up. But why so early?

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I can't say as it is truly all that early.  It is only early when juxtaposed with bedtime.  My mother called this morning.  She received her Christmas presents, they fit, and they are handsome gifts.  She, most likely, enjoyed the hat more than she enjoyed the sweater.  But the sweater will be worn much more often.  It's not like she doesn't like, or even love, the sweater.  It's just that she is a hat collector and this one is a knit bonnet type beanie, of sort of a singular design, plus it is multi-berry colored.  Oh yes, I saw her in that the moment it popped on the page.  The sweater was simply utility, if solid, beautiful weave, and a gnarled white and black yarn meant to truly keep her warm in solid classic style.

They had a mixed family (her guy and her/our families) Christmas party yesterday, at her place.  If she doesn't do the thing it won't get done, on our side to be sure.  She is the matron, have no doubt about that.  She can boss around even her older brothers about getting to these things.  *grins*  Even I mostly know my place.  Yes, that is where I got part of my alpha.  The rest were genes, baby.  Many of my aunts and uncles were there, and some cousins.  I know all of her guy's family as well.  So it was a truckload of folk.  Lots of food, of course, and just pleasant company.  A lot of people were happy to see my brother and myself together for the first time in... well... a generation has passed since the last time.  It seems my family were impressed with my "weight loss".  I asked my mother if she bothered to suggest to them that I hadn't lost a pound?  She got a bit upset.  For women, it is about the actual weight.  I think it is more impressive to not have lost but a few pounds and to look as if you had lost a sixty or seventy pounds.  Women don't think much of muscle mass in themselves, and their thinking is based on the feminine.  Men and women just think differently on these things.  Almost back to Navy days, or such?  Anyway...

Dreams, of course.  Of women, of course.  I had me a younger wife.  She bore me three children to about half into the dream.  Then she started using gymnastics during... coitus... to try and kill me off.  Aye, I saw the score and took the lass well in hand.  Wore her out well and proper and kept my life to boot, but kept her from the kill moves.  Then we went on to have two more babies before I could remember no more of the dream.  It was a boring dream to you all, mostly about sex, sex, and even more sex.  Sex is fine, more is better, good sex is more better, more good is superior.  It was truly a superior dream.  I'll have to check to see if there are any footprints, somehow, 'still' on the ceiling in real life, or if anything else from the dream got transcribed into the real world.  Never mind.  Gymnastics, eh?  Who knew that could be lethal!

My bp has come back up to 150/100 the last few days.  I guess that was just a fluke.  Oh well.  Blood sugars have been in the 220s.  Weight is staying put at right about 280s.  Oh bloody well.

I'm not sure what today will bring.  Just a bit of housework, if I am lucky.  I'm simply not pulling my weight.  I can't even get into playing my games.  A shower won't help but it sure wouldn't hurt, especially after that dream.  My word was that a long dream.

Good day.