.
I ate well, but really used everything I had, and then some. Exhausted
to the point where sleep was nearly impossible until rather late. I
think around 02:30 is when I could finally detach and get to bed... or really,
when I was getting into bed. Way too tired, I was afraid sleep wouldn't
happen even then. As soon as I was down and tucked, I was out so fast
and hard... it was strange. Like dropping off a cliff, passing out in
the doing. Still feeling the drop as consciousness slips. Almost
trying to hold onto some form of awareness but failing. Like... dying,
actually. I've... done that.
Still, it was peaceful, peaceable. A fast drop, but without physical or
other suffering or even fears or such. It seemed to take a bit, but was
actually very fast. Down, into a whole in all and everything, quietude,
nothingness, dark, but warm and soft, gentle and eased. A beautiful
thing if you can go there without struggling. I didn't even suffer the
claustrophobia that can come with that. I... just... let... go.
Oh, a dream. Was it Rita? Barbara Stanwick? Or some other
dame. A star from before my literal, physical, this time time...
We met in a bar, back when people still danced. And... we danced, and
drank. A bit after their absolute starhood, but not beyond their prime
in the human world. Oh, we had a ball. Dancing, lightly sipping,
chatting, joking... more. I... do enjoy women, I do.
As the night wound down, we ended up alone, together, sleep the last thing on
our minds. I had to push, and did. We ended up doing things.
Everything, almost. Recreating the Kama Sutra, or at least an impossibly
large portion of it, and from scratch. I'm still a bit shaken, slightly
stirred, and half tilted. Some dreams seem more than... just
dreams. Ever been on a ridiculous ride, one you can't shake for
days? Well... that's that in a nutshell and a few other things. I
woke alone, in the dream, with with a very nice note.
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Sleep really was fantastic. I started waking, as usual, every few hours,
but not until about 07:00? Then it was more like a roving awareness of
every hour or so. Someone rang my doorbell. It was a man, across
the street, in a little sedan... grey, silver, tan... I... too fuzzy. He
was doing something in one of the trailers, getting something out? Very
strange. I thought they had stopped doing that. Anyway, I thought
it might be milk. It was around 10:00. I went back to bed, but
then got back up. Milk did show up shortly after. Well, is that
exactly what all happened? It's... as close as I can remember.
Pretty tired yet today. I need to get the house warmed, and chores. It looks like an hour has passed since I woke? I... just can't be sure. A bit sore, from standing and cooking for longer periods. A mild thing though. Today? Dishes, laundry, looking for the "bailing wire", cleaning the kitchen back up, putting the menudo in containers, and perhaps cleaning the bathroom right and really.
Oh, the vacuum cleaner will go upstairs. As will a mix of baking soda and diatomatious earth... for sprinkling on the carpet. I'll give that a day to draw any smells. Then I'll vacuum. Next I need to figure out what works to get cat... stuff... out of carpet, and work on a few spots before eventually hitting it with a steam vac. Yea, I know... do it while it is fresh. But... that just isn't always possible. Some days, weeks, months, just getting out of bed is my limit. I have added daily chores, but that's it. Try as I might, what I do is... pretty much what I CAN do. Or I would do more, until I crash. I can't afford to crash, with so many dependents now. It is what it is.
A bowl of menudo this morning... from the day portion left out. So very good, if not as red as I am familiar. Always something, but the little things will throw you. Anyway... Later.
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