Round 2. Fought at least to a draw. Dangerous, for it breeds hope. But though my legs feel a little weak, I caught a breath. I'll remain cautiously optimistic. I've developed a theory that I'll practice: Divide and Survive.
I'm putting up an image from the series because the show has been linked in a few places, and if anyone makes his/her way back to here, I'd like not to have a photograph of a San Diego sunset representing. I may be coming out of the postpartum blues a bit. It is possible that I may let the progeny live on rather than drive us all into the drink. Hell--I might even come to love them in my own way.
But that is today. I intend to eat meat and get strong and prepare for the bastards as best I can. As I say, there are too many of them, but I watched all the movies and television shows when I was a kid. There are possibilities. There are miracles. There is even the calvary somewhere--perhaps just now heading my way. On second thought, forget the calvary. They'd probably be after me, too.
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