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Still with the rib cage, muscle tickles to skin soreness, as if it were sluffing, left side.  I had thought back area, but it is sometimes on the front too, or the forward and rear flanks, really?  If the pain... moves, travels, or is felt at various places, at various times.  It is a very strange pain.  It'll... either get better or kill me.  Meh.

I can't remember when I went down, finally.  I never did even look for the hair dryer.  By the time I thought it all through, wrote about it, and tried a few things to wake or sleep, I was going down without much leverage as to doing otherwise.  I looked at the time, but... it didn't stick.  I think, however, that it was 19:15?  Almost sure it was about two hours earlier than the last few nights.  I don't remember, for sure, the time, only the surprise that it was so much earlier.  And preferred as such.

Sleep was good.  For whatever reason, I have been voiding well during the day.  So, I usually only wake once a night, to pee.  Which, yea, is very nice.  More sleep.  Peeing in a jug takes... balance, on your knees, wrestling with blankets because you don't want to freeze while going.  Ugh.  It takes a lot not to spill or miss.  Which, I haven't, oddly.  So, the less of the that possible, the better.  Plus, just waking up enough to go is... detrimental to better sleep.  But, if you gotta go, you gotta go.  The last ten to fifteen days, I have only been filling a jug about every fourth to fifth or sixth day.  Very nice.  Plus, less fussing with those.  Filling one to three a night meant cleaning those out daily, or just dumping them because I couldn't keep up on actually cleaning them as often.

Dreamed of talking with her.  One her or a dozen.  They know what they are going to say will cause a fight.  They know they will lose.  Is it a sex thing?  Attention?  Girls are mean.  And, I don't mind, or even care.  I'm better at it, if I don't need it as often.  Love watching their faces flush, and them go silent.  Then having sex with a virtual mannequin.  I hate you.  I love you, too, baby.  Ugh.  *grins*  *laughs*  I really... don't care.  I don't think they do, either.  Or they wouldn't have stayed as long as I would have them.  No sex in the dreams, just talking which was inexorably leading to the bedroom.  Like or not. 

Sleep, otherwise, was pretty good.  Even, despite the dreams, kept to celibacy.  That is... so difficult, with women always in or on my mind.  I still don't understand why God hasn't removed temptation through illness.  Most men my age, but doubly health, can't always get it up, even with a pill.  I can't keep it down with a cold shower.  A quinquagenarian shouldn't have the go of a teen.  And, yes, twice a day wouldn't be difficult.  Or... should I say, is?  Especially with celibacy as the goal.  Ugh.  Double ugh.

Today?  I don't know.  Trash?  That would be good.  Done!  Oh, and it is 26 F, out there!  Wow.  There had been moisture in the air.  It is frozen, to everything.  The trash barrel was covered in a thin sheet of ice!  Yeah.  Cold.  I didn't think it would be that bad, so didn't even put socks on.  Meh, wouldn't have known if not for the iced barrel, then looking at the thermometers.

As to today, again?  A shower, before long.  Setting up dishes after.  Chores here as early as possible.  A load of laundry.  Cat litter, and in a bit, feeding her.  If I am up earlier, I don't feed her right away.  Only if I am up later.  It was just a bit after four when I woke... I think.  It's been seven or later the last few mornings.  I'll wait until seven to feed her.  Though litter can be managed when I do breakfast.

Lots of things could be done.  It depends on if I can focus.  Couldn't think, at all, yesterday.  Staying upright in whichever chair I happened to be in was... about all I could do.  Today seems to be starting better.  Will have to wait, see.  Later.