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I was desperately hungry last night.  I could not do the work, here at home, to make ready, then cook a meal.  It wasn't even the amount of work, it was a lack of heart.  So a trip to town, but very late.  Even after demolishing a large meal, I was still so very hungry.  My body was full, so it wasn't just a food thing.  I don't know what that is, but it's... something I keep an eye on.  Not, purely, a fear.  A curiosity too.  No, I don't know what that is.  Terrible, fearful, voracious, but it hasn't lead me to bad places.  It actually, usually, leads me to better places, but at a personal price.  It does need to be tended, respected, and fed... if smaller bites are best.  It took some long time to make it to bed after that though.  Waking quite late wasn't an option this time.

My friend called shortly after noon, right as I was waking.  Yes, no, soon.  Give me time to choke down some coffee, says I.  But, yes, I will make it to town.  And early enough for us to get a new 'do'.  Haircut, that is.  I think he is going down to the nub.  Me?  Not a chance.  Not with winter closing.  I want to get out.  Longer hair helps that.  My hair is as thin as... baby hair or something.  There are advantages and disadvantages to that.  I certainly need more of it in the winter.  I'll go back to a mohawk next summer, if I can get out, and remember.  A mohawk is sort of the best of both worlds in warmer climbs.  I have some hair, for highly air conditioned places, some scalp to keep the sun from directly touching my top brainpan, but enough side venting to maintain cool.  It's not a style, it's a system.  Let him go Roman.  I was never Roman, save when it was a sacrifice.

One of the folk I know believes, somehow, in Romans... while not abiding any of their norms.  Beard and longer hair, at least by Roman norms, he is a lover of the state.  I simply think he is mixed up.  I don't know where his boots lead, but I do know he is confused about ally and enemy, counting both as each, I think.  As I said, I was only ever Roman in a temporary alliance.  I don't see America as Roman.  I see it, actually, as anti-Roman.  Roman, in this usage, being the old secular notion of statism.  America was built, and based, on the individual.  Eventually coming to some notion of common civil and social norms, much of which have been eroded in order to create a new Rome, albeit.  We are at the crux of the last choices, perhaps beyond.

I don't seem to be sore from work yesterday.  And I never did take the painkillers.  Work was my painkiller.  It worked, and will until the pain from that surfaces.  Sometimes it does, sometimes my body covers for it.  Not an issue today.  And, maybe, this evening or tomorrow, I will do some more work.  Getting forty pound chairs up into a garage overhead is a bit of a trick, stomping up and down stairs a half a dozen times under load can test, and organizing... Okay, that last is the one that really hurts.  Instant confusion.  This is where women can help.  Some women.  I have a way with women.  My... weakness in this area draws out something in them.  For them it's a trap.  For me it's just a natural way.  Accidental but useful?  Actually for both of us.

Hmm...  I best... get some coffee in me.  Not sure if I have to make a pot first.  No matter...  I am a coffee zombie...  Thankfully, I haven't quite gotten to the point where I crave even the grounds!  No worries about the rest of this post.  Morning birdsong.  *chirp*  Later.