Drifting, falling, failing.

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Not cold, certainly cool.  It isn't the temperature, mostly.  Rain, I think.  That and an inability to be active due to meds.  Too hot or too cold, relative to some perceived comfort zone... which does change... added to medicine and raising levels, can increase possibilities, or as now decrease the ability to function.

On the good side, if cooling has set in, between warmer garb and the furnace, more can be done about that than when it gets too hot.  What I haven't figured out is how to manage the darkness.  I have extreme limits in that area.  Which actually makes dressing more warmly complicated.  Imagine being so tired you can't remember to dress warmly, even eat.  Darkness does that.  A woman to annoy... remind... helps.  One simply isn't here.

Sleep was getting back to a good schedule.  Then the cool, dark, and damp slipped in.  I... think I can put up some resistance, reschedule, revise, if this is a limited front.  If winter has returned harshly and early, it will... take some time.  I will do as I may.  Actually, either way, I will do as I may.  Hope, when God becomes a truth, springs eternal.  So it is.  Hope isn't a prayer answered, it is a request for such which bolsters my allowance to live with even a rejection to my request.  Amen.

The ladies, cats, have already put on a thicker coat.  More Sam than Sassy.  Sassy has a thicker coat always, but it can thicken more.  Sam can thin her coat to a very light coat to much thicker than it is even now.  Actually, she didn't thin it much this year.  I am not sure if she has weather precognition or if she simply reacts.  Though, after this summer, I suspect precognition.  If true, cooling is pretty much back.  She has thickened her coat even more this week.

A dream.  High school, back in it.  Local nephews back in school all together, as if we were similar ages.  Gosh but I forgot how pleasant it was to see so many women every day.  Yea.  That wasn't what the dream was about, just a... well... just saying.  It was mostly about a second chance, time around, actually for all of us.

I am considered hardcore.  Strange, perhaps, but... fierce.  Many think that might be a Naval thing.  It was not.  The Navy may have offered opportunities to... delve that, explore it, function more freely within that, but... it was a capacity I brought with me.  In the dream I was reminded of that as well.  The first man I hospitalized was as a junior in high school.  He had absolutely no chance, or clue.

It was quite an interesting dream.  As horrible as school, especially high school seemed, it passed so quickly and was missed once gone.  I taught them ferocity and... to enjoy the company of the young ladies... in a chaste manner.  I was way ahead on those things back then, if chastity slipped with the right... or wrong... chic... from time to time.  In the dream I kept it right.  I was extremely skinny back then.  Ugh.  About 140 as a freshman to 180 as a senior, at nearly 6'4" the whole time.

Interesting dream.  Later.