Ackh!

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Just couldn't get to bed.  Or, yet.

I did get the trash and recycling to the curb.  Nothing extra to take out, so all good.

I checked the kefir, but it's not ready to rotate through.  I think there is enough space to put it in, when it is ready... in the larger holder jars.  Though, maybe another draught from one of them would ensure readiness.  I'll get a sip in the morning, then reset.

I keep thinking of the Mrs. Robinson vid.  It's... obviously... not just a vid.  Half of my women were Mrs. Robinsons.  Women I couldn't quite get.  Shouldn't have been with.  Older, married, hungry.  I was way out of their leagues, in one way.  And they were well out of my league, in their day.  And, technically, due to marriage, even in our time together.  If... different leagues, at different times, in different ways.

Lord knows I... enjoyed my time in the saddle, sack, back seat, closet, or wherever.  I learned to shut up and hop in.  Not to talk, or worry.

And, the woman in the show reminds me of three women I knew.  Only two of which I knew in that way.  An older woman as per the show.  A younger woman, than me.  And a woman my age.  It was the last I never ended up with, strangely.  Just the way it works.  But all three had... potential.  Two... had more.

It's been so long.  Would love to find a woman, but only for marriage, only even then with children as a potential and wanted, hoped for, outcome.  Too old?  Maybe.  Maybe.  One can hope.  And, yet... hope is a many splendered thing.  Damn but I miss women, or even... a woman?  I miss the woman, but... she knows that.  Both of them.  One dead, one living... last I knew.  Both are trying to kill me?

We... both... know some things.

That kind?  One of us.  The other is, just... doesn't know it.

Hungry.  But... I'll... do without, until... unless... wedding rings are on, rightly.

Yeah, that kind of...

Shh...

But, yes, she is... on my mind.  Possibly I am on her mind?  Yea.