Yeah, yeah, getting back to things.

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My days are off.  I keep having to check my calendar to see what day it is, on my smartphone.  I keep forgetting anyway.  Even knowing now, I keep thinking it is Thursday.  Freaky.  I got to bed, and slept rather well.  Not as well as it should be.  It has been almost a week since I slept right.  It's like the notions were coming together before the flash.  I think it's getting better now, though.  Since it is Wednesday, I might try to get a swim in today, then Friday if I can.  Yeah, well, I can only do what I can do.

I went in to shower this morning.  My t-shirt, in the pits and under my chest, was soaked.  Not damp, not a little moist, wet, like I had dipped my shirt in water.  I stank, too.  Yuck.  Sometimes I get far enough way from the flesh that I think I am just... writing stories.  Then reality hits me, right there, in my hands and in my nose.  It is getting better though.

The shower was wonderful.  There is nothing like clean skin and man acceptable fragrances.  Well, my shampoo could be considered a little girly smelling, but I am claiming that the peppermint body soap is perfectly acceptable for even an ogre.  The hair gel I use takes care of the shampoo smell, and is definitely manly anyway.  Plus, the mild antibacterial properties clean up any minor wounds.  Even though my girls love me, they aren't always aware of just how sharp their little but multiplicative pointy things are.  I usually don't fuss about that, we are, after all, just having a little fun.  Their claws remind me that my size and strength does matter, and my size and strength reminds them that claws and teeth hurt.  But none of us are too picky.  *tickle tickle*  *bat* *swat*  Bwats!  All of us!

The butcher shop called.  I told them I would be in in a few hours.  Time is ticking but I am still running a bit slowly.  One more round then I will hit it. 

Have a great day!