Sleep was to die for.

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Oh, I'm still vacating water like a fire hydrant cut loose.  I must have been awakened by the need four or five times.  No problems, I can stumble around dumbly with the best of the sleep walkers.  And still I got in great sleep.  Even more?  All night, women.  As I have said, I have had, perhaps, to this point now, maybe eight erotic dreams.  I just doubled that.  All night, every time I'd roll over in my sleep it would be some other naked woman.  Naked woman key-lime pie, naked woman double... no... triple chocolate cake, dessert after naked dessert.  If God wants me to stay perfectly celibate until I marry... He is going to have to... give me more than just prayer.  That's all I'm saying there.  Though coming back to medicines... does sometimes trigger this.  Even so, waking this morning is pretty darned good.  It is as close as I get to being awake and well rested.  And the thing with body pains?  Amazingly, they really are gone.  I had thought, perhaps, waking pain free yesterday afternoon, that maybe I was simply retaining the effect of the aspirin and valerian root.  That isn't possible now, the doses would have to have passed, especially as much fluid as I have and continue to pass.

Today?  I don't know.  I literally just climbed out of the overboard titillating dream-scape and haven't even had my first cup of coffee yet.  I'd be good to spit out my name right off hand.  I had to grind coffee, first.  Which, probably, will help me wake quicker.  While it is a pain, I do hand grind my coffee.  It's less noise, it requires a little physical effort...  I dunno...  It means coffee isn't just a given.  It puts a human capital cost on it.  It makes coffee more real.  I'm not, absolutely, sure women can even do this.  It isn't that it is a huge strength requirement, it's just, on an everyday basis, it becomes a bit much over time.  She will have a grinder.  My last was one of those anti-tech, anti-electricity, green all the way girls, and she just would NOT grind by hand.  Nothing, from offers of praise, to buying the kit, to castigation, would get her to do it by hand.  Eventually I actually think I saw fear in her eyes when she was cornered by her own arguments, so I relented.  While not a big woman at all, she was strong and had a powerful work ethic.  So...  But for me it is great.  Then again, it would be nice to get an electric.  For those days, and for when my mother is here.  But I do like to hand grind.  Oh, right, blathering again.  And, don't take it personal.  Women simply aren't as strong as men.  And each little physical effort chips away at a woman's life.  And grinding does take a bit of work, unless you like very weak coffee!

Well... on to... something.  If I could paint, the images of those women in my dreams would become classic art as fast as I could paint them.  Clouds, boobs, expressions of various sorts, thighs, beautiful cloth upon which they sometimes reclined, or flowers, and... oh my...  Later.  Sugar plums were never so sweet.