It isn't just Sam feeling better.

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I had thought to bring her in for dinner.  She blithely and boldly prowled toward me, with strength and surety when I went to call her (kidnap her, she doesn't come in easily).  And, when I brought her dinner she ate with gusto, though with her usual grace.  Sassy is a devourer of worlds bound in a cat, Sam is a past queen, a well mannered one, I think.  In a bit I will set the sprinklers for an hour or two on the drier patches and sit with her.  She loves company on her turf.

Ah, as I was saying, I think something is coming back for me.  I don't know why it comes or goes, it just does.  As I have assured D.C. though, with the stimulus at BMan, I don't have to worry about that.  My guess is the sound will be vibrating right down to our bones.  There is some potential for over-stimulation.  But you are talking to a man who has stayed up for 10 days.  Awake the whole time.  Yeah, I saw things that time.  And I have lived in much more... exciting... events.  While all that has been some time past, I am not a virgin to heavy hard loud things.  So, I suspect I can handle it.  Worst case, I find a quieter place and sack out.  Doubt if I will need it, just sleeping when and how I can works easily short term.  My mother keeps proving that.  Anyway, whatever has plagued me is at least on the way out.  Personally, since the rebound comes as the sun begins to shine again, I highly suspect it is totally weather related.  Well, maybe not.  I seem to have puffed up again a bit.  That is coming and going.  Might have to take an extra quarter dose of the water pill for a few days.  That wet lung feeling is just annoying.  The pickle juice did handle the dehydrated feeling a bit.  I broke that up this morning, through, as well, with a form of ill luck.  As I was taking my medicines, the magnesium pill went into one of the hatches it shouldn't have.  It just tickled, really.  I thought it must have just been a bit of water, until the tickling forced some odd foul bodily behavior which caused the pill to fly from where it was caught, out of my mouth at my horrored surprise, to be caught mid-air, not wanting to have to hope the five second rule would apply to medicine should I have missed it and not knowing what pill it was at that second.  Reflexes are still good, by the way.  It veritably shot out of my body.  In any case, that allowed me to clear up some of the dried up snotters in there.  I told you, brutally good luck... just bad enough to understand how good it ends up.  Which can be pretty bad before my leg grows back, or whatever.  :p

Ugh but the human body is a fucking mess.  Even sex, if you think about it.  Messy, dirty, odd, smelly, and funny looking.  But it seems to work.  What kills me is when a woman thinks engines are dirty and greasy.  :p  Woot!  I'm just about back in the saddle and ready to start mucking around with my world again.  Oh happy days.  I have things to do!  Hmm...  I have the bathroom of course, and would like to clean my bedroom.  True.  Plus I have at least one outfit to put together.  There is that.  Maybe another with things coming my way, but the second would be relatively easy the way I would do a kilt.  I am just wondering if there is time to put a solar oven together in time to at least ponder taking, especially since we have joined the he-man alt-energy band of brothers?  I'll think on it.  Might not have room, but it would give me something to shoot for.  Might end-cap push the rest of my projects a bit...  Hmm...  Yeah, why don't I add that to the list.

Later.