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Coffee down, and morning medicines.  Still rather tired.  Did clear the desktop, a bit.  More to go, but I got... most of the trash where it goes.  What remains, mostly, is... clutter.  Clutter material I want or need to manage rather than just throw out.  Then a shower was taken.

A half an hour to noon.  So, I've been up over four hours.  But getting going even on what little I have done has been... difficult.  It has taken every ounce of focus I could gather to push through to this point.  Really thinking about a nap.  Save I really don't want to nap!  Trying to limp through to early evening.

Trying to figure out how to do more work, while this tired though.  Sometimes there is a way, sometimes not so much.  But it is so cool!  Well, indoors.  Outside it is hitting 81.  Which should be... warm enough.  Indoors?  Even in this front room, it is only up to 73.  That is part of why I am so sleepy.

Hmm, another coffee?  Maybe.  But, only after dressing my wound freshly, and adding compression hose.  I went yesterday without, thinking I would get a shower in sometime.  Failing that, I just never got compression going.  Though, really, I don't mind a day off every seven to ten days.  While it helps, it... also hurts and aggravates.  When that wound finally heals, closes up completely, I'll continue with compression, but just to treat water retention.  It does well with that too.  But Not every day.  Every day, for a few days.  Then a day or two off.  Maybe a single day in there, then a day off.  So on.  They work, but they are... oppressive.  Like any medicine, I suppose.

Sassy is really enjoying having an open space.  The living room is her new clean open home.  And, really, I think she is absolutely loving it.  It is like I just opened two thirds of the room for her to roam, explore.  And this front room is half more open, though will also become fully open before too long.  She already spent a few days exploring this room.  It's like she is... capturing the new dimensions, in her mind.  So, when it is dark, while her low light vision is good, backed up by the dimensional data, she... feels more comfortable exploring and traveling at night.

I do like cats.  Many people think they are just clever pets of no real function.  I realize that everything they do is for hunting, escaping (the known and unknown), and living more comfortably within their very limited skin.  I resemble those remarks.  It is how I know what they are doing... sometimes.

But, aren't you an apex predator?  Aye.  So is everyone I know.  And... no... they aren't all friends.  Does a hand shake make you friends?  It depends on the mindset of those who offer the hand.  It is as like they are seeing how strong or feeble your shake hands, by which to tell when, or how best, to harm you or take from you.  Just... understand.  Apex predators... predate.

Even if in friendship, weakness is sought.  Of mind and body.  It is what and how we do.  And, yes, that means I too seek weaknesses, to know what, and who, I am dealing with.  Though, too, understand?  Even if I find someone to be weak, doesn't mean they aren't dangerous.  A weak man won't necessarily lead, or even act, in direct attacks.  But they are subservient to someone.  Someone who will.  And, they will pass on any weaknesses they notice.  Just... understand that.  The weak are pack animals, and report to those they believe are stronger.  Or serve out of fear.

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A visitor.  Just a short stop.  A debt, to be paid.  And some other minor business.  Surprised, a bit.  By what has been done in here.  A lot more work to go, but what was done makes the place look vastly different.  I even had to show my bathroom.  The sink and toilet were... hinky.  For... a while.  Now, spotless.  Just nice to... show someone who knows what things looked like before.

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Hmm...  Making coffee.  Then, I think, a steak on the griddle.  It's hitting about 80 out there, still in the low to nearing mid 70s in here.  Very nice.  Later.