Sunday, April 21, 2024

Heat is on.

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It was starting to get a bit cool.  So I turned the furnace back on.  It went to 70.  I turned it up to 72 then put it on hold... otherwise it shuts down at night.  I'm not sure when though.  Hmm... I might take it off hold, see how that works.  I want it off at night, these days.  That's just about perfect.

The compression socks are doing okay.  Not hurting too much.  Not too hot.  All sorts of issues with these things.  A problem one day, one way, a solution to other problems the next day.  Sort of a tricky thing.  Do your best, alter, change, figure, such is life.

No more dreams, of women, of late.  But they have sure been on my conscious mind too.  Like it or not, I really... like them.  Sometimes.  I really haven't had trouble with women, mostly.  The last few were getting screwy.  But, then, I wasn't with a woman for all that long, usually.

Well, and I didn't have enough for them to go after.  Or the type of income they could sue to obtain.  I swear, every fifth day a woman thinks about leaving.  It doesn't matter for good or ill.  Boredom, "emotional" abuse, other sorts of abuse.  Then they rethink the matter.  But it's always on their mind, to some degree.  I just never cared.  Which... I think helped me more than not.  Eventually, usually, I just walked away.

Nothing personal.  Just... without having children, the knot that binds is weak.  Sex is only just so interesting.  Most wouldn't keep the house up all that well.  Very few could cook well.  Even if a woman is easily available, cooks like a chef, and keeps the places sparkling, and is easy on the eyes... that's just not enough.  I think modern guys... are easily satisfied, if they are willing to bother with a woman.

We had expectations, in our days.  Still do.  For me, even now, better to go without than to settle.  Then again, our water wasn't fluoridated, and didn't have (as much) estrogen from all the women on the pill.  That... changes even the toads.  Yeah.  Anyway, I still think of women.

If I wasn't catholic, and assuming I got to some island or other place, I'd not have just one woman.  One just, even in truth, doesn't seem to be able to put out as much as a man needs, certainly not as much as a man wants.  Nor is one woman really able to keep up with a house, kids, cooking, shopping, etc.  I guess I'll have to settle with a wife, and a maid.  If I can get out there.  Can afford it, probably.  Over there.  Not here.  Ugh.

I'm almost thinking about getting in to a nap.  The game I had been playing is either broken, or the devs are messing with my game.  Yeah, they can.  Drops are dropping, but aren't being counted.  Trophies are not being given when earned.  Certain areas, which are supposed to be open  aren't being made available.  It's the dei hires, probably spying on players and attacking those who aren't in on that.  It's... about all they can do.  They can't code, make game story, or anything else.  So... gaming is being shelved.  I won't buy anything new.  And, have noticed, they are even messing with older games.  So... let them eat dirt, they won't get my money.

Later.

1 comment:

  1. Tried to publish this on the correct thread, failed to publish. Will try newer post.
    Falling, yes, flying a couple times. One "flight" happened during a fall that I realized I was dreaming. Now, if I don't do anything I'll hit and wake or just before bottom, wake up. So I decided to pull up over the construction site, one graceful soar up, up... awake.
    The author of Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy said
    “There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. … Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.”
    ― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything

    Jack London also had an interesting take on falling dreams from our ancestors in His story "Before Adam"

    Sorry 'bout the negative results with c-pap, love mine, never got into a deep enough sleep to dream before I got it.

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