Up earlier.

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I didn't make the six alarm, even with snoozes.  Slipped right past, if I gave it my best shot.  It wasn't until 7:13 when I finally was able to wake, shake sleep mostly, and rise.  Even so, it's... a difficult morning.  Still, I well beat the eight alarm.  It's off, the six is back on, for tomorrow.  In case I forget to reset them, at least the six will be on.

To be honest, at one point, those were the emergency alarms.  My real goal is to wake more like around four or five.  I'll see if I can get back to that.  Now that I am getting used to waking in the dark.  Or... getting used to it.  Once waking in the dark isn't a thing anymore, again, then when I wake isn't as difficult.  That sun is a nice alarm, of it's own.  But... yeah.  Get a bit addicted to that.

Coffee water is heating.  I love the french press, especially with freshly ground, fresh, well roasted beans to work with.  That, and fresh raw whole cream to go in with it.  I'm telling you, kings haven't known this luxury.  And those who pay big bucks to have a starbucks are screwing themselves on corporate goo that is terrible for them.  Who even knows what is really in that.  No, they don't like you.  Actually, they hate you, especially if you are, or look, white.  I like me.  Mostly.  :p

I was in the store the other day.  Say a native man, and woman, of two different sorts.  I know my own.  And... was surprised that they knew me.  A breed, at least, obviously.  But... there is something... in the eyes, nature.  We see with more than just eyes.  I was surprised they saw, and were so plain about it.  They saw me chuckle about it, and caught on.  Chuckled too.  But... it was a pleasant thing.  They were purebloods, I could see that rather plainly, or mostly.  Jealous, and not.  Both ways, in ways?  Maybe.  If we all know breeds are... apart from all men, not always a good thing, but... too... it means I won't ever, can't ever, be merely tribal.  We walk alone.

There is a local, who is indian... a breed, but refuses to believe any such thing.  He has to know better, but he refuses to understand that what he is told isn't the truth.  Which... is fine.  I guess.  But, some day, it will absolutely hit him, irrefutably.  And it will hurt.  The longer he delays admitting, embracing, the truth, the worse it will be.  People commit suicide over such things, with a long enough run.  Though... the reasons partially behind it are... his own prejudices, if those were... imposed, imprinted.  I know these things.  Can't help him, won't lie about it though.  I just don't, not anymore, not for me, so not for others.

Today?  I don't know.  Hurt a bit.  I'm taking some painpills.  Calling for medicinal resupply.  I'm getting low, if not out.  But... okay.  At least I don't have migraines anymore.  Not sure, but it's been... a year, nine months, since my last migraine?  Longer, slightly shorter, but... in there.  I do have aches, from time to time.  And rare headaches, usually from pushing my schedule, or pushing my effort load in life, so I know exactly why.  No sneaky horrid pains out of nowhere, simply from living in a dying body.  

Hmm, salad, again, this morning.  I'm really enjoying that stuff.  With the unflavored sardines?  Anchovies?  I think I'm going to try the anchovies in water.  Hoping those are... tolerable.  I like the heavily salted, or learned to, some time back.  Hoping the unsalted, plain, are as good or even better.  Will find out.  Coffee is ready to press out and top.  Will have it with that, and a water.

Then to see where I am going with the game today.  Later.

Hmm... forgot to post.  Three hours late, but it's... still okay.