.
Well, half of that. I slept really well, according to my gauges.
The ac was still on, as it was rather warm when I went to bed, outside.
Too warm. And I was a bit warm from not using the ac downstairs.
It was just on the edge, but I went without. So... ac, upstairs, was a
requirement for sleep. When I woke it was 66/69 (warmer near me, this
time). Still, beautiful sleeping temperatures. The same as when I
went to bed. Blankets were needed, and enjoyed.
It is all closed up, down here. And is 71/72 inside, warmer up front
though I could chill it by opening the front door. May, now that I'm
thinking of it. It is 58 outside, could drop a few degrees yet this
morning, sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't. Still, it's a
beautiful morning, as things in this region go.
Dreams, of conversations with women. I really don't like women,
according to what they think, or say. But, I... think that is part of
the draw? According to the thought of self, of mind and body, as a
man? Women are... just... messed up! They get it wrong almost
automatically.
They can, some of them, count beans really well. But only in the short
simple term. They aren't good at long term planning. Short
term? Yes. Medium to long term, no. Put them in charge of
the larder, clothing, and certain other things. Don't put them in charge
of financial affairs. Unless you want to live paycheck to
paycheck. That... they can do, mostly.
Now, if like me, you don't make enough to have a long term financial
arrangement? Then it really doesn't matter. Four kids and double
my income and there is... nothing left either. Might as well hand some
or most of it over to her, for care of the simple estate, larder, and
clothing. It's as good as that gets. And, will save finding
bedding on the roof, or in the forest, away from her. *grins*
Anyway, dreams of conversations. When they ask questions, sometimes they
are actually asking, sometimes they are testing. I have never followed
their lead, by answering as they wish. Does this make my butt look
big? I... answer. Though, too, I suggest if her butt is big
without it, not much can be done. *grins* And, women, good women,
generally have... wonderful bottoms. It's half how we can spot them from
afar. Boobs and butts, it's the way of it. If you want to keep
your maiden bottom, don't have children, or eat. I guess. There
are limits, but I wouldn't be with her if she was beyond limits, for
men. Women are neurotic, so their... limits change depending on who they
think is looking at them. Which... I can't help.
Yes, yes, conversations. Usually about mundane things, like watching
people, and asking me about the particular behavior of one... she wanted a
story form explanation, and got it. Sometimes I make it more
entertaining, sometimes more mechanical, depending on mood, perceived need,
and other things. Or conversations about food, fat versus carb versus
protein. Sometimes she wants to teach me, but mostly women seem to want
to pick my brain. In part to learn, in part to see how I think and learn
from that, in part to attempt to judge me. Younger, older, my age, they
all... did that.
I must admit, regardless, I enjoyed speaking with women. In part, just
to be in their company, receive their attention. Miscreants, though they
may be, and I certainly am, there are times when... a truce is called,
mostly? Terms are presented? Banter is had? Even so, sex is
never far from my mind. Or her mind. I can see it in her
eyes. Though, too, it is... pleasant... to be mildly aroused without
indulging, or immediately. A mild... buzz. Especially when it is
both, together, at each other. Uhm, nice. Dreams... were
pleasant. In and out of a mild buzz all night. Without ever...
tipping the scale. It's not a sprint, it's a marathon. Enjoy
the... view... time... moments.
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Today? Back to the floor, eventually. A shower at some
point. A steak, and probably just that for a meal. Maybe a load of
laundry? Some dishes started? Boxes begin being broken down?
I can't do a lot. But I can start in on some things. I am in
pretty rough shape.
I did begin in on a little thing, scenting the house. It helps.
The diffuser is going, with jasmine in the air. Yes... nice. I...
think it was the... thought of women... just the idea of them makes me want
to... do more, have a better environment. Uhm, nice. They do get
in the brain, and more. Why not.
Anyway... on with... whatever is to happen. Good morning.
Once... upon a time. Hmm...
No more. But... my favorite color really is blue. Always... blue.
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