Sleep was very good.

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Almost exceptional.  A dream, peeing a bit much was the only thing.  Not in volume, frequency, mostly.  Probably the waterpills fizzling out?  Maybe.  A bit dry this morning, but not as bad as yesterday?  Strange, but in a world of give or take, it's mostly just comparative, not a complaint or praise.

I went in a bit after seven.  Woke around 18:00?  I thought the clock read 22:00?  Weird.  But, I just laid there, in the dark, trying to think... or not think?  Trying to find my way back to sleep.  Sassy has very good ears.  She realized I wasn't asleep, and came on up.  She only visits me, usually, in the morning, "morning" really... when I am waking.  She has figured out that allowing me to pet and massage her will see her to BREAKFAST faster than just letting me slog through the waking process.

Teach them how to teach, reach, cajole, you.  If you have problems with things, teach them when and how to help.  And, vice versa.  Trust me.  Pets, children, wife, friends.  Let them know when and how to help.  Make it a game even.  Provide positive and negative feedback (though cautious with negative, if they are into self-abuse, or are negatively driven).  Ugh.  Thankfully Sassy is a very straightforward, pragmatic, woman cat.  She was fed nearly first thing.

A comfortable morning.  Legs were left bare.  A bit sore from compression lately.  Strangely, they were a bit swollen, mostly the legs, when I went to bed.  But I just couldn't wear compression socks again.  They are in better shape this morning.  Compression socks back on.

The foot is doing better.  The ball joint, where I would normally put pressure to walk, or lift off the ground, is still sore.  Even so, stronger.  I am wearing a simpler shoe today.  I have been packing the thing in boots, lately.  Or high-top basketball shoes.  Why do they call those tennis shoes?  I don't think they wear them for tennis?  The soles on all of those had little flex.  The ankles were kept rigid.  It works well, for my injury.  Now I am trying to... expand what my foot goes through, in range and allowances.  I won't be going fast.  Just... this is a simple start.

And, lately, I have been sleeping when I am tired, rather than trying to push through, or stay up so many hours before sleep, or such.  I ran out of that a while ago, kept trying to push it.  Not for now, or while.  A way to escape exhaustion is to sleep as needed.  Might not have as many hours to try to get work in.  But... feel a lot better.  Might not get to work.  But blowing past exhaustion, into the next levels of it, is horrible.

Oh, the dream.  Some celebrity... met her... somewhere odd?  Wasn't looking for her, when I saw her tried to avoid her.  Sort of... got caught.  She asked if I knew who she was.  I said yes, and no.  I knew she had, probably, played certain rolls, in some movies.  But that didn't tell me anything about her, and that I didn't read the rags to find out, or even watch movies these days.

She wasn't terribly happy with that.  I think she was used to people wanting her autograph, or... other things.  She asked a few questions.  I answered.  Totally shocked by what I said.  She must have thought everyone in flyover country was an unsophisticated twit, just following some republican celebrity or other, as hounds to masters.  Never getting that most of us don't care much for most of them, any more than we do movie stars and singers.  None of them, though, are ours.  All of them are mostly against us.  And we know it.  Can't seem to vote out of it, or escape it, for the moment.

We had a rather long talk.  I wouldn't give her my name.  Nor did I end up wanting her autograph.  I just, when I got the chance, got off the... gondola, private cab, or... whatever we had shared.  She almost scrambled to... get me back... get me to come back.  To change my mind?  Offer understanding?  She wanted to try to claw me back, not be alone with what I had just offered.  I... had not interest.  Sure see the flaws and age up close, gotta say that.

I... don't hate them.  I just want nothing to do with them.  Most of them don't even realize... what they are.  How much... is a soul worth?  I don't want to be near those who might be willing, plainly, to compromise.  Not just temptations, but outright sale of the soul, perhaps.  I don't want to be within a thousand miles of those, or their culture.  Even been through Vegas?  I'm pretty sure the coasts and most major cities are like that.  Don't... go that way.

Well... Oh... a friend, for my part, has died.  I... thought his funeral was being held later, in the spring.  But, no.  It's coming up fast.  I have to figure out, with a soft foot and else, how to... get into the church right and clean.  Which means I need to try to sort confession, wardrobe, and... travel shouldn't be an issue.  Getting it together, being on time, those... I'll face the shame of being a bit late, if I am hobbling to slowly.  But, I... have to attend the rest.  Calls, today.  Then to keep up!  Ugh.  Tough being old, buzzard bitten, and frail.  Frail?  In... odd ways yes, and yet... no.  Come at me with a sledge hammer, it'll likely be the last thing you do.  If you want a fair fist fight with me, bring a shotgun.  Good luck.

Anyway... on to the day.  Ugh... night.  Bleh.  Later.