Sleep will happen.

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I had worried that the nap would throw off sleep.  If I had hoped it would help me get going.  Nope, neither.  So far.  Still hoping to hit dishes before bedtime, but... no guarantee.  Still dark out there, if it had warmed... a bit... last I checked.  Just into the low fifties, high forties... can't remember.  Nor can I get up to go check.  Tired.

I get the feeling I am being challenged.  In... some... odd way.  Some people think they could do well.  Farmers, construction workers, others who do hard work often believe they are strong men.  And, well they might be.  But they are not warriors.  It would be like me trying to farm, or do construction work, on a competitive basis.  I can't.  Nor, honestly, can they war.  In time, with training and experience, they could be made to... be somewhat survivable, and capable of inflicting harm.

But, compared to one who has been warring since he was five, they simply aren't going to make that cut.  I'm old, weak, ill.  And, yet, those skills are still with me.  At some point, against some men, yes, sure.  But against most men, no.  I can kill most men, straight up, with one hand.  In moments.  Against one of my kind, unless he is weak, old, ill, as well... I would most likely lose.  But if you haven't even really fought a group of opponents, let alone been in a real, serious, extended fist fight?  You... simply shouldn't consider getting in the ring with me.  If you are exceptionally strong, agile, and have taken serious wounds and damage and continued through it?  Maybe, but even so... just... be careful.

Even women should know their places.  In the firing line isn't among them... should it happen to be a woman with the attitude I am sensing?  Who knows, these days.  Still, gotta like some of the things that come to mind, when I imagine the wars, and ways of them, I have known, with the women I have... engaged.  Innit.

Besides, only fight if you ever have to fight.  Don't go looking for it.  Still, gotta do what you feel you must.  You have been warned.  Thirsty, though, you make me.  Hungry... in ways you will never understand.  I have turned these things over to the Lord, but... He knows, if called, I will... reply.  Amen.