A strange night.

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I wanted, and felt I needed, to get to bed earlier.  It just didn't happen until 23:30 or so.  Then I kept waking, every few hours, until here at 4:30 I think I am up.  Maybe not though, I'll give it a bit.  That is a rather short sleep, especially have been broken up by getting up, I would say, at least twice.  I forgot to get fruit when I was in town last.  I had grapefruit left, and if a bit bitter, it was still good enough.  When grapefruit is perfectly ripe, if you pull all the white skins off, the fruit fibers are actually sweet.  If it is past ripe, and in our area into dry, then you can't really get down to just the fruit.  A bit of salt on each chunk helps bring back the sweet, though a bitter aftertaste will exist that doesn't exist when ripe and split out down to the orangeish colored pulp.  Then again, when it dries out, there isn't enough pulp to dig to, and that pulp sticks to strongly to the white "packing".  Two smaller grapefruits, even if not at optimal ripeness, and a large glass of iced water sure makes a tasty breakfast... or "midnight" snack.

I'll see if it is actually time to wake or not.  Tired?  Yes, but as it should be?

I spoke with one of my cousins, in various stages of our lives, last night, in dreams.  She was a pretty thing, still is for her age.  No, never a temptation, mind you.  Family is family.  Still, one can appreciate the company, and companionship, of a fine looking dame in the family.  Just being seen with them boosts... social standing.  More so when they actually want to be seen with you.  At times in the past, both were true.  Not quite Blondie, but not far off.  And definitely natural, no nose, lips, or boob jobs.  We discussed things, life, each other.  We had always been, sort of, drawn to each other.  As friends, but always with a curiosity that supposed a theoretical 'what if'.  I was as much an enigma to her as she was to me, and from quite young.  Some questions I want to ask can't be asked in the dream, because there isn't an actual answer.  The dreams were a puzzle of what I knew, and what I wanted to know but didn't.

Grapefruit and water.  Quite good, really.  I'll have to see if they have some fresh enough grapefruit, but also cherries, berries of some sort, apples... probably a couple of other fruits.  Pears seem to never actually ripen, just becoming pulpy mush then going bad, so I will skip those until next spring, I suppose.  Milk, cream, butter again, eggs.  Just a bit.  Ah, I checked the last of the eggs last night and there were just enough to make dinner.  Along with a chopped brot cooked again in with the eggs and tortillas and a glass of milk.

You know?  I haven't seen grapefruit juice in the longest time.  It can be good, though perhaps the window is too short and too few people buy?  I used to get that, once in a while.  Now I don't even drink orange juice... if they do (and probably always have) add sugar and lots of other stuff.  Though, to be honest, I can't really tell the difference between supposedly fresh presses and the mecha-pharma-megaagra-engineered stuff.  I am starting to doubt if there is a dot of difference between the priciest stuff and the standard brands (if I am always dubious regarding generics-bug parts, people, my own eyes... not in juice but then, after that, I didn't give it a chance).

Blathering as I try to figure out what to do, to wake up, or to go back to bed.  Never mind me.  Later or much later.