Awake.

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Ugh.  To bed after midnight, but wanted to try to be awake earlier today.  To try to take back the day.  Maybe just for one day?  I'll find out tomorrow.  I set the alarms for five and six.  The five alarm went off, and I snoozed it... twice?  Then turned it off.  But... became worried I wouldn't wake at the six alarm.  While sleeping I feared?  Yes.  Stupid?  Strange?  Unusual?  All but the last.

So, I woke around 5:35.  A shower, first thing, and feeding Sassy.  Coffee water was set to heat while I showered, and made immediately thereafter.  I need to clear the litter boxes.  I'm even mostly dressed.  Just pj bottoms, the rest are grown up, out the door clothing.  Enjoying coffee... and fudge.

My mother never sent fudge, ginger snaps, or chocolate chip cookies.  Which... is fine.  So, finally, I ordered some.  It's my one, rare, Christmas thing.  I didn't, otherwise, go off carnivore over Christmas.  Thanksgiving, but not Christmas.  Black licorice will be arriving today, as well.  A few... exceptions.  More because I was expecting it, then it didn't arrive, than for it's own purposes.  All good, I ruined my diet for a bit all on my own!  :p

I am trying one of the new bandages.  This one?  It works, but it's a bit too small.  About 2" by 1".  Just... too... small...  And that's the whole thing.  Though this doesn't have a band around it.  It's the whole thing.  So just barely too small.  Will work for the secondary wound, if needed.  But that looks to be healing.

Oh, and by the way?  Dry bandaging?  Without a scab?  No.  Just... NO!  I debrided the thing without... any more intention than removing the bandage last night.  And my leg was murder sore all night.  Every role, bump, move, and... yeah.  It hurt.

And... some dreaming?  Right.  But this time I was ready.

Was Belinda the first girl's room I was in, alone with her?  Oh... we... didn't do anything.  Mostly because I didn't trust her motives.  If she hadn't been being so sneaky... but she was being... peculiar.  I knew better, didn't mind anyway, but... saw... every warning sign I know about women.  Plus, she was already beginning to gain weight.  I... saw that would be a problem for her for the rest of her life.

As to the dream?  Before it got too deep?  Check.

Lilith can go her own way.  American women just... don't have it anymore.  The divorce courts make them even more expensive than they already were.  No thank you.  A foreign woman, perhaps.  If I can get there.  But, even then, no marriage in her native country.  If she goes, she... just goes.  Check mate.

Oh... and watched a video about "equality".  A woman was complaining that quilters don't get the same benefits as men.  No one will pay equal, for say a quilter and a carpenter?  And, this and that.  Well, for one thing?  Carpenters actually sweat.  Just on calorie burn, that's... not going to fly.  Second?  People need homes, they don't need quilts.  Something from Walmart, on their cheapest rack, will do as good, possibly better than, a quilt.  As well, something women don't seem to understand?  Simply that demand drives price, not woulda, shoulda, coulda.  If people won't spend $1,600 to $1,700 hundred for a quilt?  You... won't sell any.

Oh, I get it.  And she even has some sort of merit, with her debate point.  But all of her proofs are based on feelings, having nothing to do with math, economics, functional calorie burn (energy spent, as well as job risks), and such.  It doesn't matter what you think.  If you can't phrase it to cover the reals, it's less than an opinion.  Which... is why women get paid less than men, even if they still get paid more than they are usually worth.  Ugh.

Well... on to the day.  Good morning and day.