I lost the toss.

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A nap was taken before work.  To be honest, I think oreos had their revenge.  I dreamed a pretty rough dream, visiting Veteran warehouses.  Terrible.  Overmedicated just to extend life while sapping will.  Debt dollar machines, much akin to people within the Matrix, only nowhere as clean or efficient.  I tried to get some of them to leave... too comfortable.  Asked if even my life hurt, I said of course.  They didn't want any more pain.  I argued that without pain there was no pleasure.  Deaf ears.  Such a horrible dream.

For those who wish that way, but that it not be institutional, Utah has a program where families take them in, and manage care.  At first blush I was rather put off.  On second thought, that has to be better?  Probably.  In either case, they strip the vet of all but $50 a month.  As medicated as they often are, it Wouldn't surprise me if many die with enough for burial.

When I woke, I woke hungry.  Three ribs, heated, were golden.  I have set the dishes to  a fresh soak.  After dinner settles, I'll hit the first batches, do a load or two of trash, then take a break.  Rinse and repeat until done, possibly throwing a shower, shave, bedding change, and laundry in.  I am sure hoping.

Well, and women remain on my mind, in my ways.  The music has been in place for a bit.  Odd how sexual, and yet not, dames are... at least to me.  I would lay odds it is the same for them, in their own ways.  What a terrible, wicked, wonderful life.  I'll... be forced to present if the haunting continues.  Sometimes it's the only way to be rid of it.  Just ask Zeus about Athena innit.

Later.