Well, we will see.

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Up very late.  I woke several times but could not rise.  Medicine?  I don't know.  I know I have missed in there, and tried to make up for it.  I missed Monday whole.  I'm sort of lost on a desert highway with just enough water, proverbially, to keep going.  I simply know nothing, save forward.  It isn't the meds, the heat, or such, themselves.  It's just the way of it, for now.

I was checking the news and... just to explain how dangerous the heat really is, and it has been hot...  Three people have died while hiking in it in one area, this month.  Probably didn't take enough water, arrogance kissing ignorance and what time is given is then taken.  I will pray for those souls.  That is pretty much what this summer has been, all summer.  Even here, where I am, mostly.  I simply don't go, and if I do I take lots of water.  My guess is if they had taken a couple of extra canteens they would be fine now.  I have to wonder if she didn't want the canteens because the water tastes funny for the canteens most can find or afford?  I've worked my way over that, and quickly, once I found the benefits.  Many don't.  I say that because of previous women I have known.  Wanted only metal, and not aluminum (which is also evil in lib minds), and, and, and... until the only canteens left, if they could be found, were priced out of consideration for more than one.  Yeah, from experience.  Of course, I bought my own, and a Camel-Bak.  I wouldn't go along to get along and while I would share, it was gingerly, grudgingly, with much talk about expenses, reality, and getting over "taste" issues, until she surrendered her notions.  I win!  Doom!  No, fine.  Good game.  No hard feelings.  *Woot!*  I win!

I didn't wake until 14:00 and change.  I did get right to things.  Weight is up eight pounds somehow.  A meal a day?  Dunno.  Could be water.  Even with the water pill I still have to be conscious enough to know to pee.  Sounds common sense but this event precludes common anything.  Go drift in the desert for a week.  If you survive you will begin to understand.  It is of the mind, or in the mind that things are going wrong.  The rest of the stats were good, save blood sugar which is still higher than taking something for it should indicate.  The girls were fed and I took a short trip into the wilds of my garden.  Ugh.  The things that were too wet are coming around, the other things are too dry.  Yeah...

But the short trip gave me something that will get me into town shortly.  First to the sewing machine shop, since I suspect they close early.  Next to find a memory chip or two while looking at what they might have for extra batteries, and finally to pick up end caps for drip irrigation.  First though a shower.

Oh, I know I love my cats, and cats generally.  It seems I love them more and more, and even feral, French even!, cats seem to know how make Doom happy.  I truly despise poodles, and generally the type of chicks that have and cater to them annoy the absolute tolerance out of me.  If there is a dog I would love to eat, it is the poodle.  Especially the pet of one of those upper crusty libtards dumb broads, and right in front of them.  I would offer to share, bring the meat, Doom is more generous than usual.  Them's cats are after my very own soul heart.  Hate those dogs.

Dreams, of a very strange nature, complex events and ideas all presented backwards, though I think correctly.  I can't remember, I just remember being fascinated.  The happenings were intricate, in the vein of the workings of a fine watch, I gained some understandings by seeing them in reverse.  While I can't remember at this point, I think the notions were stored for future use.  It concerns when to alter events so as to attempt to create a varied, perhaps logically chosen, outcome.  I also saw that, sometimes, simply avoiding a specific outcome is enough.  As mortals we get rare chances to affect the world.  We do have to be ready, forewarned, and knowledgeable.  Even then our efforts may come to naught if there are too many others working for said outcome, knowingly or not.  We are all borgs, cogs, pieces of the machine, if few of us are such consciously.  I've always known if I don't always like, or even choose to play my part.  What bothers me are those who neither know or care, and those who know but don't care.  And those who believe all pieces are equal.  All of those are disastrous, unnatural, lead to obvious evil as is easy to see.  Not sure which is worse of the first.  The latter is evil through and through.  Some cogs where meant to not be more than a part player, others...  Or other parts of what they do...  Death comes from ignorance, arrogance, and bliss.  A death beyond the grave.

I have things to do.  Later.

Oh, yeah, a little music to get you moving...  *wiggle waggle wiggle*  Yum!

Well, and I suppose a giggle worthy one, with a bit of stylistic notion to go with it?  Something.