A bit tight this morning.

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Not sure what the problem is, exactly.  A grand headache as a base symptom.  At least it isn't a migraine.  Mostly from stiff neck muscles.  Sleeping at the wrong angle?  Some nights no correct, or good, angle can be found.  I think last night was one, for I did try.  Down at 21:00ish, awake at 3:08, with a .mil sort of dream to match.  I love it when a plan comes together.

In the dream, I met a soldier, became friends.  I also got to know his commanding officer, as a friend as well.  As they were heading to their next duty station, in Tennessee, I talked myself into driving, helping drive, out that way.  Then wanting to back out.  In the dream, as now, I was a bit low on cash, it was the end of the month but the next month was going to be harsh as well.

He sort of kept me to my promise, so... a promise is a promise.  Half way  there, they said it was all good, not to worry about costs, but didn't explain.  When we arrived, they hooked me up with temporary housing and explained.  About ten of the soldiers, and the c.o., were retiring and going into construction.  They thought I could be useful.

As the next week went on, my job was clarified.  They realized I couldn't work actual construction.  But what I could do was be a tool and expendables master.  What I couldn't do, I could arrange.  Part time, rent, gas, a truck, and else, rather than pay.  I wasn't sure, for a number of reasons.  Turns out they already knew everything.  Didn't care as long as it stayed private.  All good.

It was good to work with .mil types again.  These really were the best of the lot.  Hard workers, willing and able to think on their feet, learn, and teach.  In time the company picked up a company of vets, in many fields, uptrained or shifted, overlapping and covering new areas, until we could build or destroy just about anything.

And the feel was the good parts of the service without the bad... the brotherhood and hard work without shit pay and long spits away from home, or so far and out of touch. A very good dream.  Yes, I love to work, it just isn't possible in real terms.  Waking, without choice, at 3:08?  I will need a nap, probably, hopefully, before dawn.  Though, possibly, either way, my day is already shot.

Meds are down.  Blood sugar is 178 fasting.  Oh, and... I woke to a clock ticking.  A gentle, rhythmic, clicking mechanism.  I realized, first, that all of my clocks are digital.  Then that it was my heart.  I was pleasantly surprised.  It was my heart.  Until this time, any time for a very long time, that I could hear it, it was as thunder.  This time it was as a precise best German craftsmanship timepiece.  What a beautiful sound, metallic sounding, and so meticulous.  BP is 146/90 with a pulse of 78.

Good morning and day.