Finally got down just before midnight?

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Or a bit after 23:00?  Somewhere in there.

Dreams, again.  Attacked by men, I think, using machetes.  No deeper cuts, though a few attacks got stuck in arm bones.  It... was a rough dream.  Yes, I won.  And, to be honest, that isn't the worst of my dreams.  This was just a short fight, no other combat during the night.  Still sore for it, and from the rest.  Thankfully they weren't very good with them.  Mostly.

Up around 09:48?  Something like it.  It is 42 outside, so not bad really.  Blood sugar is still high.  It doesn't make sense.  I'm about to have a fatted coffee.  Perhaps eggs and bacon afterwards, when I can get going.

It's payday.  The only thing I will definitely order is aspirin.  I want to have a bottle of that on hand.  I will get groceries, sometime this week?  Or early next.  Other than that, just bills this month.  Bills, bills, bills, always bills to pay.

On to waking.  Good morning and day.