Strange.

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I was able to push my day into the early afternoon?  I think between 14:30 and 16:30?  Or... something.  I was so fried I can't know with any great certainty.  But... somewhere around there.  And yet I woke, what to me, seemed like a similar time?  It, of course, couldn't have been.  Perhaps the day was bright and relatively shiny both times?  Or I was dreaming when I woke?  I don't know, but something.

I must not have slept much, to be sure.  Four to six hours.  But I was ready and able to be up and going.  I fed Sassy first thing, then gamed.  As it neared midnight, I got the last of the salad, and good thing.  That was getting really ragged, but still if just edible.  A can of tuna, my dressing, some salt and fresh ground pepper.  It's good, was.  Planning on more chicken in a bit.

Blood sugar is at 128, fasting.  Not the best, not the worst.  I am hoping it is remaining hangover from the tomatoes, or at worst the carrots from the four veggie pack?  Sometimes they got me, in the past, sometimes not.  Or, at worst, just the veggies in general.  I'll... experiment in time.  As mentioned, though, if my cheats get me to 128?  I... can live with that once or twice a month.  Hoping, though, it isn't the salad.

Chicken, mushrooms, and the last of the veggies.  Should be good.  Buttered, and heated in the oven.  Delicious.  I'll tell you, the way I did thyme and sage on the inside of the bird worked to perfection.  It got into even the wings, even the outer skin.  And the spice and herb mix was absolutely just right.  I even ate the giblets.  One small group with each group, and the heart on it's own as I was cleaning up.

Yes, I am an offal man.  That is something I do thank my mother for.  She taught us to eat outside of our comfort zone.  She had to, as a girl.  Sometimes it's all they had.  And, she taught us.  Never always get along with our parents, but the things they did right, I can't not praise them for those things.  Even her brutality.  It's... what she had to offer, to keep me more right.  I... thank her for it.  And, yes, sometimes, it probably did hurt her more than me.  But... not always.  *grins*  And... I don't even mind that.  She did her absolute best.  I may not be a great man, or all man, but I am her son.  Mostly.  If and more.  She knows.  The Lord knows.

I keep day dreaming about women though.  Even while sleeping?  I think so.  Day dreams are a different sort of dream.  And... that's what I have been having.  All good.  Just... Sandy, from Otis, or Akron?  Something about the ones who... you loved, who loved you back, but you never got to know.  And... maybe rightly.  We had a mad love, for a time.  Gorgeous little American pony girl... dirty blond to strawberry, with freckles and a smile that tears me apart to this day.  Our eyes kissed, all the time.  It wasn't innocent, but it most certainly was.

I've always been a bit odd.  But I... liked what I liked.  Girls, women, such, in my and their times.  Heaven knows, I do my best.

Sure am getting old.

But, there were others.  If I hadn't thought they would have forced an abortion, I probably would have had sex with Nancy.  Oh yes.  That was my first... near... lover... with intent.  I... wanted to make her pregnant.  I've never really wanted sex, just for sex, once I sorted things.  I wanted to be a baby maker.  Something... about being taught early?  Dunno, it changed everything.  But too, I realized sex, for itself, wasn't good.  Or enough.  Hmm...  Anyway.

On with the night.  I'll try to get a shower before long.  And... trim the whiskers.  Maybe trim first, shower, then do an actual shave.  Be well.  Later.