While sleeping, dreaming.

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Work is doing well.  Cold and fresh tea, all laundry folded or sorted.  I will, with laundry, wait until it is all put away, hopefully tonight, before starting another load... which itself will have to be washed, dried, sorted, and put up before the next load is started.  Two large loads, if because of blankets.  Might end up being four if either seem to large.  Then two small loads of specialty items, wool and synthetic socks and underwear.

Dishes have been finished.  Some need one more wash, two smaller loads were rinsed, dried, and put up.  I still have to put up clothes etc., shave, and shower.  If that goes well, I will set one more load of laundry to wash and three loads of dishes to soak, if the real plan is bagging cans, getting trash and recycling out and if there is enough then to get those to the curb.  I haven't been collecting or creating much waste lately.

As to dreams... I really didn't want to discuss them.  At first they hurt.  As I improved, as time passed, they got better or I became comfortable with them, again.  Losing?  Winning?  Both?  Is there always a difference?  I... remember... dark things.  Sometimes I terribly enjoy, sometimes I cry like a little girl.

Some things I understand.  I have seen them many times.







Some things make no sense.  I have seen them too.

Sometimes it is all I remember, know.  I can't win, or lose.  Hungry.

They make me hungry.