Sleep was fantastic.

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Cooler, but, again, I used the electric blanket.  To prevent overheating this time, I cut the heat and length of time.  Splendid results.  I got just warm enough, and then with the blankets set rightly, stayed just so through the night.

Now, as to dreams.  I dreamed of having sex, over and over and over.  Different women.  I tried to stop.  When I suggest I aim to be celibate, that includes in dreams, if I am aware.  And I was very aware.  I ended a few dreams, but at some point just... gave up.  Strange thing was, the women I had "sent away" from earlier dreams?  Got back in line.  *grins*  I wasn't going to get any sleep until I... until the dreams were done.

Some of them I remember, past lovers.  Some were women I was interested, who were interested back, but we never made it.  A few others were women I've seen or met since, who... I think... might have been available, and interested.  I just... all the clues were there.  But for whatever reason, the opportunity to investigate more just never occurred.  Driving through a place, or only able to be there once, both of us just passing through, but... some... little spark let me know she was... interested.

Sinner, sure.  On par with few.  And, for that reason, celibate... against my personal nature, for nearing twenty years?  Even then, I found a few possibles, but they always ended up being married women.  And... no.  If I could find a single woman, able and willing to have a few children?  Yeah.  Though, probably not American.  Or even in America.  Heck, if a foreigner, probably not even in her homeland.  So... for now... no.  For women, especially at certain ages, it's not about love, or children, or marriage, it's... pretty much just physical.  That's mostly what America has to offer, at this point.  Or soon to be divorcees.  Too bad.

But, other than those things, sleep went swimmingly.  I got rested, I stayed warm, my wounds didn't scream at me all night, or even just every time I rolled.  Nor did the wounds get too hot, or too cold.  Wonderful.

As to the wounds?  I had to change the bandages twice in the last three days, as the pain was becoming excessive.  Altering which poultice was used, what type of bandage was applied, and adding gauze squares to fit, with the right sauce.  But, yes, they are better.  Part of how I could sleep.  Hopefully a few days of good sleep, resting wounds, pleasant temperatures, and I don't even mind the dreams.

No... couldn't do much about the dreams, when I woke.  My body just isn't in shape to handle the rigors of being a returning salmon!  :p  I'm still bruised, and hurt, and rolling, and such is just too much.  No, no.  Just a dream thing.  But lots of dreams.  I might not always like women, but I'd miss them if they were no more.  Even from a distance, though certainly through the aisles.  And, admit it or not, they like their stallions something awful.

I set the alarms for six and eight.  Can't be sure when I went down, if I think it was 17:16?  Give or take.  Sassy was hungry, and did me a favor.  Waking me six minutes before the early alarm.  So, in doing such a favor, I got up and fed her, turning off the alarms.  I am hoping to keep getting to bed around that time, but waking more around four?  This is my first good night sleep in a week, so that it is short makes sense.  I am hoping it will improve.

Anywhile... on to waking, maybe something to eat, coffee... and such.  Good morning, good day, and enjoy those... little, or big, things in your life.  Even if you can't have them, you can... dream.