Later than hoped.

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I went to bed about a 20:48, or... that is what is in memory as I went on up.  I pretty much went straight to sleep, so...  But there is always a bit of time between starting to head up and crawling in and shutting down, off.  I'll call it 21:00 for rounding errors and close enoughs.

I woke at around 06:30.  The sun had just seemingly popped from behind the mountains.  I looked, but wow... you can't see anything in that direction as or right after it is doing that.  Blinded by the light, indeed.  But, at least I know the sun is up.  It is just hitting 31 F out there.  But, I kept the furnace on, left it at 72 so it wasn't so cranky waking, and... it all feels pretty good.

Dreams.  But, just of fighting, fist fighting.  It's... been a while.  Wasn't my favorite of activities, if I was... at once... exceptionally good at it.  If I was in a bad mood, I lead many a man, even small group of men, to a beatdown like they have never had.  Some men have just never met a real fighter.  A warrior.  Or they have always had two to one odds, or more.  Which usually spares them.  Though, sometimes, I have attempted to talk some men out of that fate.  But... men will do what they wish.

I have hospitalized men in seconds.  With fewer hits than I thought possible.  One I had to hold, because he was about to fall on the cement.  And, yea, I... didn't want to see that.  Crushed him before I was even wound up to get going.  Construction worker.  They can take a lot, but really aren't meant for fighting.  One of the guys I backed down was a golden gloves contender.  Got second place.  I just told him that rules, out here, don't apply.  No one will call it, unless I do.  No one will throw a flag, or anything else.  I asked him if he could take enough damage to be dead on his feet.  His eyes dilated as he began to understand what I was telling him.  I think he saw his Doom.  I never saw him again.

While I don't like to fight, I... sort of loved it too.  Especially if I could claim, legitimately, innocence regarding it, and win.  By my last fight, it had been decades since I lost.  Facing off against the U. of Iowa defensive line, I figured I was going to lose, but... there wasn't much option.  Even the cops stayed outside.  But, I wouldn't have been the solo loser.  There is that.  *rictus grins*  Still, glad it is over... or...  Then again?  It ain't over until the fat choir sings... at your funeral.  Not for certain.  Stupid people are born by the second, or is it backdown to the minute?

I am not sure if it was a collage of the past, in one dream.  Or a group of dreams.  I don't hurt for them.  Fighting humans has never been all that difficult, unless they came in groups, or armed with a baseball bat or two by four, especially the latter in a group.  Still, most men fight like pussies.  Not being rude, just honest.  If you are going to hit a brick wall, use a sledge hammer, not a two by four or even baseball bat.  And don't even think of pulling a knife.  It might end up somewhere a proctologist would need to amend.

Up.  Awake.  Getting water filtering, and cleaned the litter boxes.  Sassy is meowling, so I'll feed her.  Just having coffee, skipping chia breakfast.  Meats seem thawed, so I'll stow them in the fridge and get to them this afternoon.  Now to just wake.  Medicine.  Damn it, I keep losing track of insulin.  Just barely staying awake and aware, though.  At least I am, mostly, hitting pill meds.  Ugh.  I will take pain pills, finally, today.  My ribs are really twitching in there.  And the skin hurts.  It's... a weird thing.  Almost wondered if the shingles had returned, but I am pretty sure not.  It's just some sort of nerve twitch affecting the whole area.  Sleeping wrong, or... a charlie horse thing, somehow instigated that is sort of stuck.  Getting slightly better, in time.  But... I want to try a little relief today.  It's been half a week or more.

Good morning, good day, and later.

I'm surprised I haven't been killed, yet.  Could happen any day though.