Up for just a bit.

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The need for a bathroom run.  I ate earlier this morning.  It has been a while since I had to go, several days.  Rice, with butter and soy, a fatted coffee, grapes, and keto toast.  Hard to imagine, after decades of being a cross between a gourmet and gourmand, to now consider a small humble by portion and ingredient meal likened more to a feast.  But so it goes.

Though?  There is some pride in the humility.  Not... a personal pride, even then.  A pride in my teacher, for having such rough stone to work with and yet to find some honest measure of success.  Some pride in being the work, too.  if granting the dues to the Creator and Artisans.

Rain has passed if more may yet arrive.  It is supposed to stay in the 40s today, for the highs and lows.  Will see, but their forecasts have been oddly rather close to true lately.  Snow, too, may be on the way.  Just in the mountains, if their forecasting holds.  All good.  The overcast skies to the east aren't allowing me to see if some snow has already arrived.  It is a... reasonable possibility. 

Mostly sleeping well.  Since I woke well enough to rise, I did so.  While not hungry, I try to eat if possible to be up and feeling able to consume.  More just hedging the possibility it might be a while before I can eat again.

Dreams, again.  Some more plain, others nearly epic, and the feminine dreams again, occasionally.  I don't fully understand those.  In any form.  Not always in them, or in after reviews.  As mentioned, I usually don't realize the truth inside the dreams.  I do see that they think, act, very differently.  Some of it is based on biology, psychology, but too, another aspect is from the difference between their goals, aims, needs, and wants.  Basically, they are different animals.

I know the trap from men's perspective.  Draws, to women.  Warnings away from them.  An understanding of the debts, expectations, and such.  And I understand that, in theory, from the female side.  But to see it, not as theory but as a form of reality?  Very different thing.

I have dreamed these things before.  But I... forget, after some time.  Too much to keep in my mind from all the dreams I live, plus life... and death.  I'm not sure I like the dreams.  Imagine a wolf, or lion, dreaming it is a sheep.  Annoying.  Though... fascinating.

On back to bed.  I did bring up more water.  Love that stuff up here, so I don't have to gag on a dry throat or try to drag my carcass downstairs every few days, or when not wanting to save for dire thirst.  Meh.  Good morning and night.