Thirteen hours?

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Give or take.  I think that was how long I was down.  I just couldn't stay up longer.  Now, I was able to sleep a bit longer.  I would wake, decide to try to sleep more, and would, and hour at a time, or two, for the last two or three times I woke.  I would still be asleep, but there are limits to how much I can push, and I hit the limit.

Dreams... of that first woman, the one I lost with the child.  I really did like her.  I keep trying, even in my dreams, to remember her name.  Sometimes I don't believe she was real.  Sometimes I know she was.  I just... I wish I could remember her name.  We had a wonderful little life, for a very short little while.  That is probably as good as it gets?

There was another woman I dreamed of.  Just a wannabe.  There were... so many women.  Some I knew, biblically.  Some I only wanted to know.  To be honest, I never wanted to be with many women.  I only wanted one.  But, between losses, including my memory and the horrors of losing a lover in that way, and moving, always, doing things.  And... all else...  I... ended up being with many women.  Just one, it's... all I ever wanted.  One to know, hold, have, fight with... against.  Just one.  Odd how men who have only had one woman might find themselves jealous.  I tell you, better to have only known one, and well.  If you don't like one woman, you really wouldn't like a lot of them.  Certainly not most of them.  :)

Waters are here, many of them.  Now to figure out how to get them stored, with what else I have.  More arriving, soon.  Just... trying to keep up on water.  Supplies, again, are going to be problematic.  Even cat food may well become scarce.  I don't know how to feed Sassy well, if that becomes a problem.  Litter, too.

Though, with cat litter?  With Sam, and Sassy, I was going through 24 thirty six pound bags every two to three months.  Since Sam died, I have only gone through... three bags, in that, what, two months?  And, that, in part, refreshing from the last of Sam's litter bombs.  I ordered another grouping, before she died, and haven't even gotten to what would have already been gone.  Crazy.  Sassy goes through a bag a month?  At most.  And, I have... twenty six bags left?  Still, if I see an opportunity, I will get another pallet of pallets of those.  And more food.  I'd like a year of food, so I have some time to figure things out if cat food will no longer be available.  And, yes, it may well happen.  Heck, human food, of certain sorts, is becoming scarce... or too expensive to consider.

Well... on to... waking, I suppose.  Later.