A nap.

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I made it to 14:00.  While most of my activities have been light to very light, I have been somewhat active.  With two days in town in a row and an early rise, plus light activity, I was sort of surprised I made it to 14:00.  That is the tail end of my preferred nap cut-off time, too.  I could have napped a bit earlier, but as the need crept up on me I became glued to the chair.  Odd how that works.  A short nap, less than two hours, probably only an hour of sleep.  Just right.

I won't be doing much else today.  I am worn from this, that, and the last few days.  I am much better than I was last week though, even so.  I have begun sparring, with a wakeful and conscientious mind.  Rather than blathering about feelings, or opinions, I have been trying to slice with what logic I can bring to bear on topics.  Oh, I... do have a dark side.  Apoplexy is something I commonly cause in moderns, most of whom have never even been in a fist fight, yet whose vote is considered when choosing politicians to face off against whole cultures which are ready, willing, able, and actually actively slicing off heads of men, women, and children.  So liberal heads simply explode.  One could wish anyway.  So, my comments are not always... appreciated.  I figure, if nothing else, I am easing them into a very certain future.  If they won't vote to even defend their very lives, insisting on the magic of diplomacy and having "conversations with the enemy", then they will be having conversations with the enemy.  But not over there.  Welcome to the grand future.

Sam has really fluffed out.  We have had some cold winters since I have been here, but she has never furred up this heavily before.  I am thinking this might really turn into a cold winter.  Sassy is an indoor cat, so she doesn't really change.  Sam prefers outdoors, and will risk even snow for a little "me time".  It isn't just Sassy she escapes.  It's the cave, and me.  And, of course, too... she is a hunter at heart.  A think I dearly love about the little snagglepuss.  Precisely violent with a keen reasoning, but not unwilling to enjoy it.  A girl after my own heart.

Yes, yes, perhaps I am in a somewhat dark mood.  Dreams of Vlad Tepes, and marching forth with him against the Ottomans.  A terrible enemy only bested by being more terrible.  Being in the Order of the Dragon, myself, I had sworn to protect Christendom, and did so.  The only souls lost were those of the blood cult and those who helped them.  Dems, then and now, have bowed to gold and betray all they can for it.  They can't betray their principals, at least.  They don't have any.  Such dreams...

Later.