Could not wake.

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Late.  It was 11:00 before I could pull myself out of bed.  Even then it was brutal, difficult.  If you have never been in a fight against three or four men, how my midsection feels wouldn't make sense to you.  Yeah, I've had to do that at least an half dozen times.  Not a choice.  I simply wouldn't go along to get along with crooks, creeps, or such.  Surprised I never ended up killing anyone, civilianside for sure.

My organs and torso were getting better.  Or so I thought.  Oh well.  I will work today.  Not a lot.  Dishes, laundry, and probably the cage shelving... or at least figuring that out.  A shave and shower too.  Will do, hurt or no.  Hungry too.  Thinking of trying something keto.  I'll wake for a couple hours, then hit it.

Oh, dreams.  I was taking a shower and my last barged in.  Damn, I forgot how pretty women are.  Sure, see them often, but haven't seen one in such a way for a while now. I ignore most women.  They seem mostly in the hookup market, not my gig.  Another dream, different, slipping away from memory's grasp.  If it returns I'll post it.

Later.