Hmm? Oh, I don't know.

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I think I am beginning to catch my wind.  A little warfare can do that.  How terrible that combat.  And yet, for as much as it took from me it seems to have refreshed.  Some of us were made to thrive on blood and guts.  I am amazed I did not weary.  What really happens in those times I cannot say.  My ribs are still sore, as if punched.  My back from tossing whoever it was I was fighting... you get a kink if you throw someone while just a bit off.  My left shoulder and neck have a kink from bulldozing.  The sore muscles are feeling better, as are the lungs.  But it... was what it was.  Dreams?  Really?  All night?  I just don't know.

Funny thing is, it cause the cats to... fuss.  It usually does when I dream as such.  They know, as I do, that something is happening.  As with myself, they don't know what.  But man do they fuss and yeowl and run around, jumping and leaping.  Sometimes they try to wake me, as well.  It's not just me.

As I said, that brought life back.  I'm having to break out of things.  Though medicine is a part of the problem now too.  Dunno, I'll keep at it.  I am hoping to do some dishes tonight.  I set them up earlier.  Never did take a nap, or even take any pain pills.  Just... decided to take things as they were.

Later, or good night.