Up late.

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Down even later.  To bed at... 21:30?  Still, up at 03:10.  As it has cooled and darkened, life has become... problematic.  Falling off medicine isn't helping.  I'll... call, see if they will send some.  My doc was upset I hadn't been in for a blood test in a while.  Perhaps I could get that done first, then call.  He'll have the numbers in a few days.

I have had to put my phone on the "Do Not Disturb" portion again.  This time, it isn't random telecallers.  It is the Veterans Admin.  They want me to be involved with a queer study.  They wrote me three times, texted many times, and finally started calling.

I tossed their letters.  I turned their text invites off.  I listened just long enough to know what it was about, on the phone, then hung up.  And I stopped that phone line.  They called on new phone lines every other day since.  I blocked THOSE phone numbers.  Now they are calling me from a hidden number I can't block.  So... I just blocked all numbers not in my call list.

I will speak with my doctor and with the admin, somewhere, and get them to call off their filthy dogs.  I have no interest in talking about foolishness.  If they are down to that, to peddle some form of false medicine, I'm out.  I don't want to talk about it, least of all with some quota hire bureaucratic flunky.  "Hey kiddies, want some candy"?  My mommy told me not to talk to strangers, asshat!  Harassing!  Maybe a few complaints, in the right ears, will get that whole program and study shut down, tossed.

Oh, but at least I dreamed of... one of the women who got away.  A slim thing, I knew in the Navy, early on.  Called her Mississippi, because she was from there?  I don't remember.  I thought to shorten it, to Missy, but I liked her name.  A lithe young thing.  I was at her apartment, when she was in pj's, on the couch.

Oh, I... had a thing for her.  She for me.  We were trying to take it slow, back then.  Back then, for a right relationship, it was a ring, or two, then marriage, before pie was distributed.  At least for the marrying type.  For just lovers, it was hit and run.  Maybe stopping by to see if her knees were lonely, from time to time.  But, I at least, knew not to marry a woman to let me at it without marriage.

Yes, I... really wanted to be with her, and rightly.  Long dark hair.  Little titties, but... they just need some fertilizer.  Or... fertilizer will see to what they need, for biggen's.  We hugged, even kissed, just not on the lips.  We... knew better.  Women are so... wonderful... when they are... fresh... young... ready.  She was in the Navy too.  But I think she wanted to just be a wife, a housewife.  Little did we know, that program had been canceled the generation before us, which was why she was in the Navy in the first place.  Still, it... was a sweet dream, both then, and now.

I've got to get a grip of things.  I'm waiting a bit to feed Sassy.  And cutting her food to a single can a day... dispersing it in three doses.  Though, too, leaving the hard food available, and offering her treats from time to time.  I need a shower something awful.  I did hit my teeth again, finally, after some time just dragging around the house.

A shower, a bit later.  I did do laundry.  Dried inside for the snow and rain.  I need to trim my beard.  It... is a real, and large, and white, beard.  Any dog-faced man would be proud to have such a beard, if his ego can handle it being white!  I talking Zeus level beard, maybe Odin, on his beard bearing days.  A silverback beard.  Still, it.. could use some shaping, and thinning?  Is thinning a thing, or possible?  Or... may just trimming.  I'll... go reading... in a bit.

The regular kefir is taking it's oh so sweet time.  Though, then, as I remember, this is the first batch to use whole raw milk.  It is contending with natural things in the milk.  Perhaps merging, combining, mixing a bit?  But, also, competing.  It is always this way.  And it is cooling.  So that is how things go.  But it sure smells good.

A fatted coffee, as I thumb through things and wake.  I am hungry, of mind, but my body isn't all that interested.  If I can figure out how to make a custard, in a bain-marie, I may do that.  Soft food for soft and upset innards.

Well, that is that for now.  I'll get on to... other things.  Probably gaming.  Later.