One of those nights.

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Awake to quarter past midnight, so far.  Oh, I think I'll make it to bed right after posting.  Nothing fancy, through the night.  I have kept Sassy fed, tended her littler boxes, given her some attention here and there.  I just can't focus to get to the other things.

It must have thawed.  It is sprinkling out there again.  It makes a wonderful pitter-patter on the steel roof.  I like it anyway.  Something about the gentle, mostly irregular, beats of raindrops that soothe some part of my mind.

I keep having small dreams, while I sit, listen, look, read bits here and there.  A sword duel, no... of the fencing sort.  I don't know how to fence, but in my dreams I do fairly well.  I have been doing this, say... ten times, in dreams and day dreams, over the last two weeks?  Oh, no.  I don't always win.  I've been killed four times?  Or... pretty much.  The first three 'deaths' were in the first, say, five days.  Three days?  I was becoming a bit distraught.

It really hurt to die, even in my dreams.  It was embarrassing.  I became frustrated, and... nervous about sleeping, or daydreaming.  But I finally got a win in, another lost, then the balance teetered toward winning.  Even when I survived, though, I didn't always come out unscathed.  Often with a nick, or even a serious stab.  I really do hate getting cut.  I have said I'd prefer to be shot.  Now, that is only half true.  I mean on the front side (assuming I don't go into shock... from either).  Shock is all bets off.  That is the worst.  Though, these days, I'm... sadly... prone to shock from a more solid wound.  Just the way of it.  I've gotten old.  *shrug*

Well, on to bed.  Sleep well.  Stay dry and warm if possible.  Love whoever you love, rightly.  Snuggle, cuddle, feast, and enjoy.  Or dream of them, if they are gone.  I do, both ways, to the best of my ability.  Good night, sweet dreams, and all that jazz.