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Shooting? Well, yeah. I've been wanting to get out. Limits are what they are though, and other things, and illness, and sleep, and... and... and... *taking a breath* I rested yesterday. I even made some food. Spicy cheesy tuna mac. Yeah, but it works when cooking is pushing. And I am hungry. Might finish that off, but I know it will just lead to a greater hunger on this particular day. So, two birds with one bullet? Give or take.
Another bath today. Dang it, no toys yet. I get bored just sitting there. I CAN'T just relax. I could DIE! I'm not a woman, or perhaps I don't work or worry enough to... Well, that is part of it. The other part is that I truly cannot relax. It is not a natural state for me. I realized, some time ago, that letting go is something I can't do. Even when I sleep I rarely let go. I can fall, and lose track, but that is something else. So... toys! I might be all 'growed' up, but man or boy, the boy will always be a part of me. No ducky though, I've honestly never liked those. Not without a cork gun. Do they even sell cork guns anymore? Bleh. Water-worthy tiny tonka toys, that's what I'm thinking. Seriously. Hmm... the salty water will be an issue, even with the oil. Oh well.
Yeah, I am enjoying getting out. I have a group dinner to attend, then a doctor appointment, and finally my first braiding lesson, all in a row. It may, or may not, end up a push. I think I can get to it. After today, I will have a bit of time to rest before the three-day run and gun. Still, I am hoping to get back to work, damn the torpedoes. Perhaps not full speed ahead, but... as fast as my engines can push through the water anyway... or more... full speed ahead isn't what it used to be. Oh, just a little factoid (if I have mentioned it before)... the "damn(ed(?)) torpedoes" were water mines, not actual torpedoes, when what was uttered. Some admiral with a deathwish, or a lot of men and ships ahead of him that he didn't mind throwing away? Anyway...
Later.
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