Too early to sleep. Oh, and Happy New Year!

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I really wanted to crash a bit earlier, after dinner.  I decided to push it just a bit longer, to try to fill the day.  So much, though, for staying up until midnight.  I did that last week though!  Heh...

Dinner was quite good.  When I was told it was stuffed peppers, with couscous... I just thanked.  From my attempts at producing couscous, I had trepidation.  However, the woman who cooked this has surprised me with things I "didn't like" before.  I was certainly not going to turn down a chance to see if I had missed something with a particular ingredient before either.  Not without a taste.  I love it when people trick me.  Delicious.  Odd how you have to try something in so many ways to find a way you might like it.  I actually hate not liking a food.  I'm a collector, of sorts.

On another issue, I am noticing something.  I am truly beginning to quicken, again.  My flesh is beginning to heal.  As it does something is happening.  As the mind and body begin to knit, something else is beginning to grow... or... waken.  I must precede with some caution.  Not for my health, for my soul or at least for my adherence to Truth.  Yes, boys and girls, after 25 years of near death, something is stirring.  Something powerful, potentially quite dark, and it will own me if I let it.  Actually, it will have it's way from time to time in any case.  How do you mature a 20-something by twenty some years in a year or two?  The flesh remembers when it went to sleep, as does whatever else... is in there.  A healthy body with some of the advantages it has and that I have garnered...  Yes, a concern.  A real one.  I'll be praying about this, and seeking... answers otherwise.  There have to be others who have gone through this.  Yes, I think I am on the heal, hard, fast, sure.  Remember who you are.  Always remember.  But through the rages of hormones and vitality that will be striking me like a high summer sun after having been buried in ice for decades?  Remember...

As well, women are becoming possible again.  The next woman needs to be the right one.  No, not a soul mate for whatever that might mean.  She has to be able to bear children.  She has to know God first, she can never be mine otherwise.  And she will have to be strong enough to handle what my seed produces.  Further, she will have to be strong enough to handle me.  I can crush a typical woman with a whim, a thought, even a look.  No, I will have to be careful.  I don't mind carrying my woman from time to time, but I can't... won't... carry her over every little thing.  She will have to be well self-possessed, albeit within the frame of a woman.  Hmm, I'm thinking on this.  I can smell a woman, I just can't tell by her scent if she is strong enough.  Oh, I don't do this just for my sake, but for her... soul, very possibly.  My children will be a test that makes me seem simple.

Perhaps it's all just tall tales.  What was it they say?  Ah, prepare for the worst, advance as if for the best... or some such.

Well, I think bedtime is reasonable now.  At 20:00, all is well.  Sleep should be easy.  To those of you who stay up and ring in the New Year, I hope you enjoy.  For the rest of you party poopers?  Enjoy your sleep.  I know I will be.  I vote "partypooper" with my... feet.  Heh.  Good night.