Life has too many decisions for me.
I slept most of the day. I was awake at my usual time but then I was overwhelmed by fatigue.
It's easy to push this off as being just a result of working etc but I know the difference between tired and fatigued.
I don't know if I can go through this again.
One thing that diverts all my attention is stuff like this. I think I'm going with Miss Green. She is the one on the right who is tussling with the pup who is almost twice her age! She just looks ideal to me.
Like I've always said I like strong women who have minds of their own and don't care if I like them or not. I mean that won't distort themselves into a convulsion of false images trying to make themselves appear to be whatever their perceptions are of trying to appear to be a woman I'd like . . . got that? Could you explain it to me?
I just know that too many people lie or withhold the truth from someone they are infatuated with. I don't know why they do this. Do they think that their loved one is never going to figure out what they really are? If the focus of your affection can't accept the person you are, the person you were and the person you want to be and see them as one big picture of you what good are they?
I guess it is a dream that a lot of us feel is impossible. It is not impossible. There are people out there who can know all of our secrets, all of our dirty little thoughts and impulses; impulses we've resisted and fallen prey to. They can know all of this and still see a person worth being loved.
Because us and them is only us.
Terry Pratchett coined a phrase. One of my players scrawled it on his helmet: "There is no justice. There is just us."
I don't much care for Pratchett but I like this phrase. Maybe not in the way that he or my player intended but I like it nonetheless. It's an axiom for me. It's why I don't get nervous or over react. The reason I'm able to keep getting up.
The reason I'm seldom afraid of love.

The cats are getting nervous about the prospect of a dog entering the house.
I think they know that if I have an ally that it will be much more difficult for them to kill me. Their little feline plots of fecund destruction will fall into mist before the onslaught of my dog . . .
My dog . . . I hope she tells me her name. I don't like making up names for animals. It's much cleaner and easier when you meet them and they say, "Hi, I'm Ethel, wanna play?"
Of course it doesn't always go right. One of my dogs insisted that her name was "CRASH BAM BOOM!!!!!" She included all the exclamation points too.
When I told her that was not a good name even if it did describe her very well she wanted to be called "Chevrolet" because she insisted she had driven a Chevrolet once and she was much bigger and much faster than that.
Dogs are incredibly stupid, even if they think they're not.