Up, later.

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My day is slipping.  I could not sleep until after midnight.  I couldn't wake until just here, now, around 09:00.  I simply, as little as I did, overdid... for the weather, season, sunlight, and all.  All good, I wouldn't have changed that.  Still, will fight to regain days as I recoup.  I want days!

Such beautiful dreams.  I have known, and been with biblically, some very pretty, sexy, and sometimes both, women.  I have sampled of the dreams of men.  I was moving to fast, in certain worlds, to be caught... at least after the first escaped through death.  She had me.  After her, I... wouldn't take it personal.

Still, moments.  Dreams of some of the splendor I have known.  It wasn't even sexual, it was just... soft moments, when I forgot the pasts and just enjoyed some time with a damn fine looking dame or dozen.  Just... moments, fragments of time in which I could love the one I was with.  And did.  I wish I could trade that all for having lived a life with just one woman.  Still, it is what I had.  And what I had, at times, was as grand as a man could hope.  

Some men have to pay gold, and more, for that.  I just enjoyed and then, sadly, went on my way.  I still wonder how many children out there are mine.  Three without, to me, a doubt.  Three others I am pretty sure about, but only found out by happenstance.  But... how many others?  If a woman has sex with a man because something about him drew her to him, she'll... keep the kid.  For pay or settling, only maybe.

Anyway.  A terribly good dream... or set of dreams.  Sometimes I'm not sure which.  Only that it was wonderful.  For all my sins, yet was I granted some love.

Today?  Same list as before.  Chores, food for all, water for the ingrates.  Litter.  Plus, I really want to get a shower, perhaps another shave, dishes started, and laundry back in the queue.  I think I can, lightly, hit those.  As sell, with room open in this front room, I'd like to begin bringing boxes down for the dumpster.  Stacking them neatly near the door.  And, at any time, begin sorting other boxes to go.

Whatever I can get done.  Hopefully more than less.  We will see.  Having the space to put discard boxes motivates.  How is it they say, success beckons or breeds success?  Right.  Now to clear then clean the mansion.  Oh yes.

Ah, and blood sugar is finally improving.  It is 109 fasting, this morning.  If tapping it with a mallet doesn't work, get a sledge hammer.  If that doesn't work, get a bigger hammer.  Now, I didn't have to go to even the sledge, I just had to remember to tap it.  Yes, taking slow acting, at night, regularly, will do.

Breakfast!  I already fed the girls.  Eggs and bacon.  The last of the former, plenty left of the latter.  All good, more coming this next week?  Well and rightly fed chickens produce the most fantastic of eggs.  I had found decent storeboughts, local pasture raised.  But... there is something about industrial eggs, no matter.  Soy?  Smaller lots?  Overused smaller lots?  They may roam, but do they really find any 'wild feed'?  These home chickens have plenty of yard, and do eat a goodly portion of wild.  Less so in winter, but... it's in there from the other seasons.  Changes the animal.

Best get to breakfast, and warming.  Seems chilly today, and overcast again.  I am hoping the sun will come out again, in the afternoon.  I love when it does that.  Later.