Tomorrow.

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Today.

Down at 10:30, awake at 19:30.  Planning to work and eat.  The meat is thawed.  I'll start rice and cabbage.  When that is well on the way, on to boneless pork rib grilling.  I think the salsa is still fresh enough.  Nothing like nearly bacon crisped pork with salsa.  The grain and veggie just add variety.  I need to wash the steamer and a small pot first.  I'll reset the dishes first thing.

Obviously, the second run at sleep was successful.  Sleep was wonderful, if even the second try was difficult at first.  It was still so wonderful to see the sun.  I wouldn't have changed it.  I suspect it will do much for me.  Awake.  In different ways.  I react much differently to both sources of light.  Now in a very positive way, if... as a child of shadows, there is a special cost, and grace I suspect.

Dreams.  Of times I hurt women with words.  Sometimes with intent, sometimes without thought, more ruthlessly at times in that without care.  And, yet, I know this must be, at least to be the mate to a woman.  A balance, between hurt and pleasure, balm and wound... too far either way and you will lose her.

The song, You Don't Own Me, isn't a truth, it is hoped... to be true, and not, by her.  Maybe by both at times.  A duplicity of love.  Something, if she loved me, she worked to create in the hopes it would never be true.  It... had to be tested from time.  Tested on the field of verbal combat, vanquished... on another field.  Ownership defined, conquest refined, reconfirmed.  Ownership verified.  Yes, I... sometimes easily remember.  Love is such a messy thing.

Okay.  Tea.  Resetting dishes.  Two hours to wake, if I am mighty hungry.  Later.
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Goodie.  I did the kickstart.  Finishing what was in the drying rack and rinse, all to being put away, setting two tubs of dishes to a hot soak, then moving one of the tubs to the counter so as to get the steamer and smaller pot soaking... hungry, put bags in the now dry trash can cleaned earlier, peeled and sliced the last portion of a daikon radish *munch, munch, crunch*, then fed the girls.  Oh, befote I sit for my wake-up session, I want to put a potato in the oven and clean cat litter.

Not a bad start.