A very good sleep.

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I should have turned the ac off, but I pretty much went upstairs and collapsed.  Thought processes had ceased well before I went up.  I did open up this morning.  It was 66/69 up there, warmer near me.  Downstairs, with a few smaller back windows open and one fan going up in this front room, it was 70/72 in the main/front.  It is 50 outdoors.  Might drop a few degrees even yet.

Sleep was fantastic.  Mostly.  The blankets are a mess.  I needed to straighten them.  But, being that tired, and with the fan and cool, it wasn't possible.  So I had to squirm and wiggle and try to stay as warm and under the covers as possible.  Sometimes size doesn't matter, sometimes it does.  My blankets, while quite large, just cover me, with a bit of extra.  If well set up, to start, that will work.  If not, a roll, a turn, kicking legs out, or pulling them back under, and... poof, no coverage somewhere.  My sleep, at best, is a series of rolling, churning, turning, kicking of legs, rowing of arms.

I have learned, somehow, to find rest in that mess of a process.  And, usually, pretty good.  But, too, I have finally learned... on keto/carnivore mostly, that my body has cooled.  So, I need to keep blankets on fairly well at 73 or less.  Much better than when living a higher carb life, and being too hot even in the mid 60s.  I wasn't comfortable until in the 50s, honestly.  While I don't eat perfectly, I eat well enough that this measure is telltale.  As well, in the day, I can handle up to, say, 75?  If I am inactive.  Going to town, though, even at that temp, and I still need the ac.

A shower before long.  I fed Sassy, tended her litter.  I'll get her fresh water yet today as well.  The meats and chicken I put out yesterday should be thawed?  I'll check shortly.  If so, I may put the chicken in the oven.  Roast it for... however long.  With that sort of chicken, I go by temp.  I have a probe which connects to a measuring unit outside the oven.  I used to use it for everything, but have learned to just know pork and beef roast doneness in other ways.  Should... go back to it anyway?

No dreams that I remember.  Surprised, with those last thoughts of women.  Then again, it was mostly just conversations.  And with family, what passed for friends, as well as my women, and women I wanted.  The frustration between the sexes.  Still, it's conversations which always led to... trouble.  The first level engagement.  A woman doesn't talk to a man, a "foreign" woman, for no reason.  Usually.

Even now, speaking with a woman can be difficult.  As most women see communication as... more than just communication.  It's dialing in, or that is how they know it.  Talking to a man, plainly, isn't... what men see it as.  Ever.  Feral little things, women.  Can't be friends.  Anyway, no, no dreams.  That I remember.

My device calls my sleep fair, and rates it 66 out of a hundred.  I think that is about right, as I wake.  A bit short.  Everything else was mostly just fair.  Still, I'll take it.  beats the 30's when I started using the device.  To some smaller or larger degrees, I have been using this device to track conditions and sometimes alter behavior.  As well, it is showing that even a bit of medicine is helping.  I had hoped to be swimming again, but that just isn't possible, currently.  High summer still, not... possible.  I have limits.

On to the day.  Chicken, I hope.  But that will be a few hours at best.  On to a few things though.  Check whether it is thawed, wash and dry it, salt it, get the oven going.  You know the drill?  Then, maybe a shower.  Then starting the dregs of the last bits of dishes, new and a few dirty things?  If I can tear into boxes today, that would be good.  Not sure, though.  It's... going to get warm again.  The 80s, even 90s, aren't horrible for this time of year, but a bit much for me, even with ac.

Later.