The flickering of lightning.

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Not outside, or to my knowledge.  Behind my eyelids, off and on, all night.  Nothing extensive, more as if many small lightning storms passed through in the night.  Sort of an interesting thing.  The girls were being pests, so I kicked them out.  I sometimes feed them two cans of food a day, sometimes just one.  Variability is how nature would have it.  Besides, I don't always remember.  The extra can is a gift.  If they continue to act like hooligans about it, I'll go back to just one a day.  Oh, but having much, good, cool water has made it so they don't have hairballs and vomit nearly as often.  Sam has a place she goes when she does that.  Hmm... For when I put her outside?  I may get a low pale or pot of water out there.  Oh, and as I mentioned, their furs are amazing... even over what they used to be which was fantastic.

Dreams, too.  Some of football practice, and highschool in general at the first highschool I attended.  I realize, from the dream, that few of my secrets were secret.  People knew much, too much, always did, always will.  Small towns are that way.  Actually, I returned to that town, at one time.  I met a few folk who I had distantly known, who were considered enemies.  I was... oddly... very well received.  I don't understand that, at all.  Or some other things.  Life is so very odd.

Better one day, worse another.  Sleep off, on, or doubled.  I am not able to keep things in the right place and order for now.  Is weather coming through?  I'll check.  Though, really, it is still just suffering medicine, trying to find balance on them again.  No major problem, it's just how that goes.  I'll keep at things, as I may.  Stay on meds, brush the teeth, sleep, and eat something or other.  The rest will eventually level out.  I am handling the heat well enough.  Just a strange "morning" report and update.  Later.