Interesting.

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No idea when I went to bed.  Earlier.  Around dawn, some time between five and seven?  I couldn't stay up longer.  Zapped.  Beautiful night though.  It got down to 71/73 inside?  Crazy cool, for this time of year, and only 55 outside, but there was a solid light wind for much of the night, until around three?  Give or take.

Anyway.  Up at 16:00.  It was 79/79 upstairs.  I had closed the windows, not turned on ac, but did have the fans on.  I MUST be acclimating to the heat.  No, not even uncomfortable.  Not a sweaty blob, not a mess of a man.  Just... a nice, clean, easy wake.  Rested, well rested.  Comfortable.  That is absolutely insane, sounding, to my ears.  I remember, even just this year, when 73 room temps were making me queasy, ill, sick.

No, I didn't get another thing done last night.  A shower, first thing, today.  Or... first thing I can do?  I did bring the garbage bin back from the curb, while checking temps.  It's 90 out there.  May have been hotter, but I don't think so.  Doesn't have the feel as if it cooled.  Could have, but don't think so.

Downstairs is 75/79, but... comfortable?  Yes, strangely.  Closed up, of course.  I'm not going to turn the ac on, or not for now.  If I begin to pant, I may.

I ordered more cheese and salami.  But, only because the salami I prefer wasn't in the last few times I ordered.  I really don't like the other salamis.  And, I learned that can be cut into doses and froze, so as to not overeat it trying to not waste it.  I ordered more cheese with it.  Had to, to a degree.  One doesn't go without the other.

Trying some new cheeses, while also ordering some favorites.  One of the new cheeses is good enough, the other I will eat but not order again.  How do some cheeses have a flavor, and texture, like bologna?  Crazy, but true.  That isn't my favored as a meat product, certainly not as a cheese product.  Still, it's... fun to try new things, mix with old, add with salami.

I ordered two salami slabs, probably three pounds per?  Or so.  Fennel flavored pork.  Cured a while.  Tasty as heck.  I have the first one portioned.  Will portion the other one shortly.  Wanted a snack, in a hurry.  I'll cut them into 3/4 pound slices, get them in freezer bags, and store them for once or twice a month treats, just ordering some cheese to go with.  It should last about two weeks, if some cheeses need to be eaten quicker, cheeses like brie and her sisters.  Easy enough, for me.

My life is about trying to have something I like, from time to time, and mostly just what I need, managing the arrangements.  Cheese and salami is a rare treat.  And, now, I can have it without having to break the bank, or overindulge so as to try to not waste.

Ah, had a couple of dreams.

The first?  Womens' ankles.  I... can't remember how many women's ankles I grabbed, but...  It wasn't in a mean, or wrong, way.  It was women I have known and... loved.  Obviously, if you understood me, and the dream.  Something about gently gripping her ankle.  With a certain look, and the touch, she... knows.  And, either... accepts, opens up, or... changes the subject.  Such a lovely... thing to do to a loving woman.  Two nights in a row, and daydreams to boot.  That shit will kill me, if I'd certainly die happy, even if just in thought?  If only.

The next dream, a priest was taking me to learn and speak with a special nun.  No ankle play, this was something else.  He led me into a cross between a nunnery, temple, and library.  Led me up ladders, over precarious jumps, and into places which were... dangerous.

I realized, at some point, he... they... were trying to kill me.  So I reversed back down.  The problem is, they had changed the path, so there wasn't a way back.  I called out, let them know I knew what they were doing, and that they had to fix it.  Put things back so I could return.

No answer.  So I let them know God would not stand for this.  And that I knew why they were trying to kill me, because I am not human.  However, I told them that God had called me, and I was with Him.  That their attempts to harm me were against His will.  I also said I couldn't forgive them, but that I would leave that in God's hands, for when or if they ever felt actual sorrow.

The way was reset and I was able to leave.  Actually?  That... isn't a dream, it's a truth.  I must be careful among them.  For... they know not what they do.  Some things never change.  Amen.