A bit of sleep.

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Well, this wasn't going to be easy.  I slept three or four hours then woke hard.  A few hours of tinkering and it's about time for a bit more sleep.  Avoiding caffeine helps.  Odd dreams but I'm not catching them.  I just knew I had them.  The night isn't over though.  If feels like I've gotten my torso worked over in a fight... or at least a few days ago.  It's not as sharp as fresh jabs, at least when I used to feel pain after fights.  Of course, I'm wondering if, as I got better, I simply got hit a heck of a lot less... and learned how to give when I did get hit.  Or at least a mix of tightening, giving with the blow, and outright dodging.  I was never trained by boxers or other pros when younger.  Any training I might have received wasn't really based on such either though, or not so directly... more philosophical or... taught through action.  So I really don't know.  Whatever.  Ah well, the girls got a midnight snack, for which they were quite grateful.  Hungry little beasts, have no doubt about that. 

Good night, again.