Didn't get to a thing.

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Going to bed.  Oh, well, I did a package, and put the items away.  Well, save a few things to go upstairs when I go to sleep.  It still feels cool.  While reading 81 in the front room, 75 in the main, it is 97 outside.  So... yeah.  Still, strange that it feels cool?

I have been looking for more information on Argentina.  Well, and other places.

As to security?  Someone sent something, I think.  And, fine.  I'll show it.

The trick about looking ready, and seeming confident?  It's much like what he suggested about being armed.  Don't present if you can't or won't use.  On the good side about confidence, if it is based on actual real world skills, that can't be taken away, as a gun can be.  I have the confidence, the skill, and the will to take life if needed to preserve life.  I can still kill a man in a few seconds, unless he is like me.  Though... even then.  If he doesn't see it coming, lights out.

There are limits.  Confidence, even skill, will only get you so far.  The truth is, knowing where you are, who is around you, and sensing when it is time to leave before that time hits?  That will do far more good.  Even here, even now, I keep my head on a swivel.  Doesn't mean I can protect even my property, or animals, or self completely.  There are limits, everyone has their limits.  But it does mean, if I notice trouble, I can scoot.  More in the bigger cities, but...  As well, for the most part, I keep that head on a swivel as passive as possible, though will let people know I see them, and understand if they are a threat, if that seems the best option... would work as a deterrent.

Everything has it's limits.  But there are things you can do.  There are options, even if they cost a bit.  Finding a woman, not a streetwalker, but a real woman, might help with that.  If she sees you as her defense, and income, and mate?  She'll protect you, even if that merely means making you aware so that you may protect both you and her.  Women aren't... good at some things.  But if they like their situation, they will work to preserve it.  It's... just business.  She doesn't love you.  Understand.  Though she may, at times.  Just don't expect that.  Love, as I like to say, is tomorrow.  If she is there tomorrow?  That... is as close as you will get to love, especially if yesterday, today, or especially both, was or were rough.  Tomorrow.  You won't know today.

Anyway... yes.  Bedtime.  I'll walk up the last items to storage I am keeping up there.  Then crash for a while.  Still amazed at how cool it is.  Nice, really.  And how hot it is outside.  Yes, the back window is still open.  Though I am thinking of closing it, as the sun is about to hit there, and open a window which opens to an area that is shaded all day.  The open window really seems to work.  Goodnap?  I... guess that'll work.  Or good afternoon, day, whatever else.