Warm out there.

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A steak, and fried potatoes, for lunch.  Oh, delicious.  I am getting the cooking for meats down.  This one was very easy, being thick cut.  Kefir before, vinegar tonic after.  I haven't been eating or drinking well, right, as I intend.  Too tired, confused, and such.  

It was 86 last I looked, 82 when I first started my meal about wo hours ago.  It's... going up.  I shut the house down, including upstairs.  This evening, if it is still too warm up there by 16:00 to 18:00, I'll put an ac in one of the windows and get it lit.  Just use it for a few hours though.  I don't need it really cool anymore, it seems.  And, though, I was able to sleep in the high 70s, I prefer not to?  Right.

I had hoped to get to some work today.  Any work.  Ain't going to happen.  Barely staying awake.  Though, really, I did turn days and nights around in the last few days, so... it's going to be difficult.  The trick will be to keep days, not have it flip back.  My body prefers to be awake in the cool of the night.

Is a nightowl a biological thing?  A psychology thing?  Or something else?  I do know that the night is more muted, comfortable.  Cats, owls, and other things... their senses are overloaded during the day.  I suspect I have similar problems.  Or, maybe, I simple see, hear, think, and feel better at night.  As a fact, I know I do.  Days are miserable for me.  And, yet, I... try.

Oh... a woman.  One I not that long ago... really considered.  Asked after.  If... lightly.  I'm old, she is younger, much.  And, yet, I... had to... ask.

She is gone.  With a man.  In a new place.  I thought I'd never... hear from her?  And, maybe it isn't her.  But... this was her song.  And she knew it.  Somehow.  I... am sure she is here, or visited.  Women, I suppose, still... like some, even if we end up in their rejection pile.  She liked... some things... about what I wrote, said, thought.  If she, too, really despised some of what I said.

Yes, I... think she is looking back in.  A pleasant... thing.

Her song.  One I gave to her.  She knows.

Something that... popped... showing more... about us?

Some thoughts, of her.

She may not be innocent, strictly.  But, she is.  Trust me.

We had... many talks.  I am sure she thought me mad, and not.

I wish I could work off... some of my... thoughts?

Amen.