Very peculiar.

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For some reason, I am feeling very good.  Too good to sleep.  So I have remained awake.  Videos from the past are flooding my feeds.  Some from this way, others from that.  And... very oddly, new ones that I have been enjoying.  May share some of each, later, tomorrow, or... not.

I had fallen behind on the litter boxes.  got those sorted in time for trash takeout.  If... I forgot to refill them.  Sassy just went right in the boxes, empty as they were.  Had to chuckle.  Then got fresh in, cleared out the bad, and it's all good again.  It happens, once every few months, I just... lost focus, forget, and the stuff goes too bad to refresh and I have to start over.  Otherwise I clear things twice a day, and refresh once ever few weeks to once a month (since there are two and I keep them very clean).  Not sure if that is good enough, but it's what I can do.  And... she seems okay with it?

Day dreaming.  Travel, this time to places I have wanted to visit.  No... exact locations, so I didn't have to finely attune to a precise position... just... get close enough.  To be honest, even the wonders of the world really don't impress me much.  The pyramids?  Look at any mountain range, anywhere.  The big dams in the US, or even China?  Look to the great waterfalls, Niagara Falls isn't even close to the grandest, but is quite something.  Even if the moon landing is real, how many asteroids and meteors and else have visited us?  Just... saying.  Not the same, but.... putting some perspective on things.  Even so, in my travels, I have looked, seen.  Not without any appreciation, if putting that awe into perspective.

Though, too, when I travel, I listen.  The voices are... foreign, that I hear.  But... in time... I see patterns.  Language does guide, to some degree, thought.  So, there are differences.  But, so much, on the mundane to even mildly complex, is similar.  Wherever you go, as they might suggest, there you are.  Even so, I... like to listen.  As listening to the sea, ocean, or even great lakes when I am near those, so to do I listen to the ocean of humanity.  I used to fear their pain.  Now I cherish it, as a price people pay to live.  I... have learned this myself.

Strange dreams.  Though, too, of a woman.  She watches me.  Here.  In real time.  She wants to love.  But knows that isn't how it works.  Women don't ask.  The most they can do is get in the way until they are noticed.  *grins*  Don't... even think I am untrue.  I see her, plainly.  Not her face, her nature.  Women love from afar, if they can't get in the way.  Or... fancy they do.  *smile*  Or... so I say... dream?  Visions?  I can't say.  But I leave such alone, other than to write it... to get it out of my mind, so I can move on.

Something to eat?  I had pickles and pickled pork hocks earlier.  And will have a fatted coffee, again, if I can remember to heat the water, and keep on that.  The last time I heated the water, I went to make the coffee only to find out there was only a cup of water in the kettle.  I refilled, started it, and... got lost writing, listening, reading elsewhere.  I'll... keep at it.

Women.  Such strange birds.  It isn't just we who see what isn't.  They, too, see what they want.  They want to love themselves, through us?  Be loved, aye.  But to love their nature, which is what half baffles them.  They can't love a man who is a woman.  Or... can they.  Not sure they would find that any better than the other options.  Who would kill the spiders they so fear?  Or mice.  Or... whatever fear they have that completely shakes them?  Still, I... do... understand some of the loves of the past who didn't mind, or care, or enjoyed... certain things.

Women seem to love, and hate, everything they touch.  Which, when, how?  They don't control that.  We certainly don't.  Running into traps, seemingly on purpose.  Trying to win by losing.  Losing by winning.  Counter to logic in such a way that there is a minor, what I call minority, form of logic.  If, really, it comes down to abiding.  Not... just to a man, but allowing for their (our) raison d'être... family, reproduction.  The holy prayer between two becoming one.  Do they even understand?  Do we?  Not... certain.  Just thinking, about the dreams, day dreams, visions, and such of late.  Trying to sort...

Well... on to check on the water, and get the coffee going.

New and previous...

Her little red riding wolf?  Or is she mine?

Later.  Or good night?  And... good morning.