Down, hard, at a bit after eleven?

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If I recall correctly.  Up right at 20:00.  Wide, solidly, totally, awake.  Why?  I slept so well?  Maybe.  I let Sassy up, too.  She crawls in, for a while, then finds her way out.  She gets some massage and very light itching.  She has finally escaped having wounds on her back.  Not sure... what happened, but I don't want to do anything to upset that.  So, when I scratch, I do it more with my fingerprint area, than nails.  Some rare times, when she lets me know, I'll use a little nail, but carefully.

Yes, when you... spend years imbueing an animal with true love and concern, they learn how to communicate with you.  Actually, when I think about it, given that women speak a totally different language, from a very different perspective, much of my communication with human women is... more sympathetic, empatic, or such, than verbal.  And, the ones I loved, and tried to know, I became good at woman gibberish.  Get in the zone, and that is when love can really flow.  Women are like... autistics.  A beautiful, if often lonely, misunderstood, complex, mind.  If often more based on emotion than even some faux attempt at an... idealistic logic?  Just... how I see things.  

I... have had that problem.  My physics friend doesn't understand, if he has his own version of it.  His based on knights, the samuri code, shivalry, chauvenism (what he thinks is the right version), and such.  Mine?  Simply an odd feminine form, which was, mostly, corrected.  Can't correct some things fully.  Poisoned fruit can only be dosed small enough to be useful in some way, at best.  Still, it's... mostly fixed.

Yes, I think I dreamed.  About thinks I couldn't even begin to explain.  Logical?  Emotional?  Right?  Deep.  Some of it not iterable in common, or even technical or very specific terminology.  Just as you know some things, like love.  And, while there is a, or many, words for it.  And, in some relationships, several of those terms will work?  None of them convey the truth of the sense of the word, when you realize how deep, profound, personal, and even impersonal, that... relationship is.  In a word, mother, or father, brother, sister, wife.  Some of those are so powerful, and yet so different, and not in some ways.  Not different at all.  Kill or die for those, their safety, health, even property.

What?  Never mind.  My mind is still drifting across a psychic plain beyond my full grasp.  A place to be, not know.  Well... time to begin doing... things.  Waking.

Blood sugar is 158 fasting?  That doesn't make any sense at all.  I only ate steak and coffee yesterday.  And, for the last ten hours I was up, nothing but water.  Plus, blood sugar was dropping through the day.  Very very weird.  Oh well, back to it.  Continue on, and whatnot and soforth.  Bastards!