Morning came about three hours too early for me; after our marathon of events yesterday, I was in no mood for a 'short night'. Sometimes the day decides for us, though.

Somehow I fought the fog of sleep to get to my small larder in the corner; I got the tea water brewing and reached into the cubby for some of the delicious morning rolls the Chef turned out for us. Some fresh clover butter from America's Dairyland, a cup of breakfast tea, and I was ready to attack the world once again.

Stella woke to the smell of the tea and a kiss on her lips. I set the little table for us while she visited the bath and freshened up. We sat down and chatted more about the attack on Diego's home.

"I've gotten the plan to Diego's home from the Don; he has such for every one of his people. It will be hard to attack safely for our people, unless we have some additional help from somewhere. I sent an email to a friend in the military, and he's going to contact me today to see what they might do to help. Meanwhile, you, Mom, and I need to have a discussion about how we will accomplish this. Dress for some rough and tumble, Stella; "General" Mom will help us accomplish what we need to do."

I picked up the dishes and went to dress myself, just the bare minimum because all my hardware waited in the armory in the basement. If Diego thought he was so tough, wait until he got a peek at some of my weaponry! That TV show "FutureWeapons" has nothing that isn't in my weapons collection.