Doing well if doing poorly?

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Truly, not bad.  Continuing with light chills, a very mildly sore throat, slight fever, sniffles to very dry nasal passages, everything phasing in and out, coming and going, and sometimes all gone for bits of time.  There might be something better than ibuprofen... tylenonl I am told.  And there might be something better than vodka, for the cough and sore throat, but... these things work, and don't have as restrictive of shelf-lives?

I may add tylenol, though I will keep ibuprofen... for when aspirin isn't working on rare occasions.  I will actually stock up on a few bottles... smaller... of vodka.  Nothing fancy, it isn't for tippling.  And once opened, it probably goes fairly fast.  Cough medicine, which is out of date, is terrifying stuff.  I did that once, never again.  Oh, that made the flu seem pleasant, but I was too crippled by all to go to the hospital.  The VA won't come get me, and ambulances charge no matter, and would charge me personally.  I have no easy way to medical.

Oh, as to vodka?  Well?  That... did kick in, this time.  I finished it, but don't want to go that far.  A shot with morning coffee, and maybe a nightcap, but just one shot, for the throat, if it is sore.  Which, this morning, it is.  No need for three, and it did make me a bit fuzzy.  Not the goal, or even a want.  Still, it does work, so there is that.

I dreamed of a past love.  I was visiting her.  She had slimmed down, that I knew, but I didn't know the dimensions.  On the way, I stopped at a pseudo sexy clothes shop.  Japanese, modern, so... small.  I looked over their wares, and found several things I liked, for her.  A surprise.  The stuff almost looked plastic, but felt more like... velvet?  It was... different.  I asked about their sizing.  She spoke.  But I knew that women's 1x, 2x, and 3x was probably more like a women's US 6-8, 8-10, and 10 to 12?  She... knew nothing.

I knew.  Anyway... So I got this... interesting little bepop for the doe in question.  She wouldn't like it, until she was in it.  Then I wouldn't get her out of it, until I did.  *wink*  You... have no idea of... back in teh days.  Anyway.  I then asked about the panties.  Which is how I learned about the feel of the material.  I asked about that first.  It was a warm material, and, like I said, plush in spite of looking like plastic.

The sales girl sidled closer, after asking about the feel of the panties... thigh-high... french cut...  Sidled indeed.  My hands knew this gig.  Up the whositz.  I was... proper.  After all, I was in for things for a love, potential lover.  Not that I didn't get a handful, just not a... well... fresher handful.  She was a bit unhappy with my slim pickings, but not too sore.  Asked about size, looked them over, realized those would be on the line.  A no on those.  Never buy a woman panties too small.  Know your squeeze.  Tellin' ya.

So, I got my packages, and got going.  As expected, she didn't like the look.  I told her to shut up and put one of the outfits on.  She complied.  You just have to be nice with the cuckoo birds.  She came out, looked fantastic, and was quite happy with it.  Women love to look fuckable, especially if it's been a while.  I lifted the skirt part a bit.  Bah.  She was wearing Saturday after a week of work panties.  I told her to go get me a pair of her slimmer french-cuts.  She did.  I changed them, on her.

She, as usual, tossed the water out of a glass at me, which I easily dodged.  Then I made her wet.  I didn't dream that far, or remember, but I'll bet she fed me grapes, with my head resting in her lap after.  Perhaps dates and nuts and such as well.  Women can be funny that way.  At least the women I knew.

Yea... that's... how I dream.  And, believe me, things like that have happened.  And... worse.  Better?  Depends on your point of view.  As I see it these days, if such a thing happened, I would have to go to confession.  And I would.  But... it... isn't... impossible.  Just unlikely.  Probably.  Not my problem, just a dream.  A rather good one, whatever else.