Birthdays.

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My mother's is coming up.  I... never remember a card.  But... that... she is a patient woman.  A call, it seems.  But, sometimes, more?  Sometimes.  Now that I have a few tricks up my sleeve... more.  If... it works out.  I can only do my part.  The world has to do it's part.  My part has been done.

It's already early afternoon.  I turned off the ac upstairs.  Haven't yet turned on the ac down here.  At 74/75/76 (front room and computer area are the warmest) it is about time.  Feels okay, but starting to get... uncomfortable, even with the fan.

Oh, perhaps, too, it's time to get to burgers.  Nothing fancy, but they really are tasty and filling enough.  No need for buns, tomato, ketchup, or anything.  A bit of salt and pepper does well enough.  Though, pickles and/or olives on the side, homemade mustard, mayo if I'd get going and make mine (now I can, with kefir in the queue), those things sometimes add just a touch extra.  Pickles and olives today, I think.  Anyway...

Daydreaming about women.  Enough lovers to remember.  Strange, how my memory works with past lovers.  I never remember them naked.  Either clothed, smiling, ready... or... too close to see.  Never an inbetween, if I certainly have looked them over in an unclothed state.  Strange.  I wonder if that is typical.  No, I... don't dislike the nude female form.  It just... isn't... it's a cue, not a... draw?  Something.  I'm never sure what is typical, abnormal, or why one or the other.  Then again, I don't think normal is a good thing, any more than being unusual is.  All I know is all I like is dames.  More or less.  All I've ever, or ever wanted to know, or be with.  And... have been.  For good, or ill, this time or that.  Hmm... yea.  Love some daydreams.

When I'm overly tired, a bit too warm, things like that, women... haunt my mind.  Actually, when I want to chase the thoughts away, I think of mother.  Pick one.  Ha!  All good.  Later.