Sleep was... generous.

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Little things, but combined?  Improvements, in warmth, or cool, as needed... wanted.  A more supportive platform, yet an elevated one so air flow under, and over, is possible?  And the feet don't lay wrongly on the floor.  They can hang over, a bit, if needed at a moment, or be curled in and under, as required, desired.

Comfortable sleep, healthy sleep, the allowance for better sleep, is... a technology.  Much like showers, if most don't (yet anyway) appreciate all that goes into a warm or hot shower.  Or indoor plumbing, to be honest, sum total.  How many such techs keep the world, as we know it, afloat?  From automobiles to (or once) medical, to aviation (if that has been stolen by fascists, as with medical), to... even shoes and clothes (avoid "sun protected", though, that is a sterilizer... human sterilizer), so much tech.  Though, so much of it has, at this point, been weaponized against who it was supposed to support.  Refrigeration, to meat and other foods, at volume... if quality is largely, vastly, slipping (on purpose?).  How many great empires were lost to food degradation, and the costs of that?  Don't know, but South America is full of them.  Europe?  the Middle East?  Everywhere, empires, nations, allies, and enemies, lost to their own designs.

Anyway... I have nailed my sleep system.  Took... years.  Trial and error.  But sleep, last night, was phenomenal.  Only one thing to perfect it... a barrier between the raw board and the mattresses.  Considering what would do, what would do best, and how to deploy it.  I did get the platform taped to the frame.  Didn't take much, if that gorilla tape really is pretty strong.  Just to make sure I didn't end up with sharp portions of would catching me, bumped out, while trying to wake.  Oh, and getting up is so much easier, with a more uniform, and stable, base.

After as difficult as waking has been, especially after days of work, I was afraid this morning would be difficult.  I had been setting the alarms for five and seven, but in fear, changed the last one to eight for today.  I heard the five alarm, but turned it right off, having gone to bed at 23:00, or just a bit before?  I wasn't ready.  But I could see getting right up at eight.

Though, sleep was so pleasant, that even after a hard day, week, several weeks, I woke... even without the sun to help... overcast... by right at six.  Easily.  Will this happen every morning?  I could hope, though maybe not.  I've learned to take little miracles when I get them, not to expect them.  Like seeing a migration of humming birds, or one of the variations of butterflies that might pass through.  It's a... rare and stunning gift, not a daily event.  But... there is some hope, with sleeping arranged, perhaps it will help?  Though... will the wants, needs, desire change?  With weather, with health, with age, or just because?  I don't know.  Good things don't seem to last, for the dying.  So... I will just enjoy this.

Oh... and yesterday?  Women to the left of me, women to the right.  And so... very... generous of... nature?  I haven't seen natural women in... a long time.  I realized what I was experiencing yesterday, in part through dreams and in part while sorting thoughts and memories, through the night.

Those mares... were in season.  They weren't stunted with the "pill", or other deviant producing materials.  Those were natural women, in health, at a certain phase in their life.  When I was younger... I... won't say I knew what to do, more that I just did it.  "My eyes are up here!",  I know, but they aren't nearly as big or round as what I'm looking at!  Oh my, my yes.  As a fact, knowing what to do was the last thing on my mind, doing it was what concerned me.

Wow.  It's been a while since I have seen real women in real phases.  And... what a wonder it was.  Almost unnerving, but I... like risk.  I like being unnerved.  And I definitely like women... natural, soft, feminine, gooey, women.  What a wonderful day.  My God, I am still alive after all!  I... wondered what was happening to my mind.  The scents, the feel.  They like giants.  They really, really do.  Even us little ones.

Well... on to... something.  Sassy was fed.  I'm thinking of having the last burrito today, this morning, to get food in me.  Oh, I'm actually still full, a bit, from yesterday.  But I went without food for too long.  I... need... to tank up a bit, especially after working, and with more work planned.  Ugh.  FOOD!

Yes, It's going to pooch diabetes.  But I need food.  Not want.  And I've got to eat what I can eat, because I can't go without anymore, for now.  I was scraping some sort of bottom that I could no longer tolerate.  Something hard, bad, was going to give.  So... I do what I must, which is to eat what I can tolerate.  This isn't the easy way, it's the only way to get food in.  So... in it goes.

The tech many of us take for absolute granted, today, is a gift from generations of our forefathers digging like fools, engineering like geniuses, and pitching together as communities and individual efforts to the betterment of his fellow.  Sometimes, often, with little or no recompense.  Just the knowledge of a job well done, and a community elevated just a bit more out of the muck of realities most people in the world just wallow in.  Call it... white privilege earned, by the sore backs, deprivations, a willingness, eagerness, and ability to see beyond a moment to a future.

The next time you think your father, grandfather, or great grandfather is some old white racist, while you are sitting on a crapper, inside walls, and flushing, then taking a warm shower?  After having slept inside, in the winter, in norther climbs, at a comfortable temp, without having had to cut trees and hauled, portion, and split the portions, and keep up burning the splits?  Remember your place.

Later.