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Mother is staying over at her apartment tonight.  She had asked that I feed the pets this evening, which I did.  Mittens several times.  Jasmine fed, but she had plenty remaining.  Fresh water though, was needed.

I have been up a long time today.  Not used to the quiet?  I am a bit baffled, as I seriously need rest, sleep even more so.  My body aches for sleep.  I suppose, as well, I wasn't sure if she would be returning.

Beaten and bruised.

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Was supposed to be up, to help with something this morning.  I set the alarm.  Kept hitting the snooze.  Mom just called up, letting me off the hook, for now, thankfully.  Her move, recent required other events, the cooling weather, and my crushing health cycle are absolutely battering my dying body.

Even my arms, but innards too, feel bruised.  My innards feel like they were removed, put in a blender, poured back, and are settling everywhere.  I need rest, desperately.

After Brazil?

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It's obvious, the powers that be are going that way.  While Israel might be a surprise?  They aren't run by the CIA, FBI, and major international corporations, like most other governments, including the US, are.  Brazil had the fix put in, surprised Bolsonaro escaped with his life.  Trump probably used what little leverage he has to help.

The only reason Trump was given the allowance to win was to put the oppressed at ease.  They knew they control the house and senate, so Trump couldn't get much done, and nothing permanent.  That was the last time Americans will be allowed some small say in their government.

Had to laugh, again.

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I was just about to fall asleep when a voice asked if I really believed.  In God.  In my... visions, experiences, these events?

A professor, with whom I had once had a minor aquaintance... I am all but certain.  I know her... sense.

Have you ever just...

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been drifting.  In sleep, near sleep, in thought.  Then stumbled upon God?  Not... in flesh.  But in truth?  A bit startling.  If you are of faith, it is quite a good thing.  Like, as a child, finding real money.  Even though you turn it in, the luck of the event?  Only, so much more.

Dream?  Vision?  Didn't feel like either.  I revered.  He... nodded, smiled, and was again beyond the veil, or I returned from it.  Tipping my proverbial hat, as well, in spite of being quite stunned.  I'm almost getting comfortable with these... events.

Good sleep.

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More, soon.  I woke to put the whitening trays together and in.  Set the alarm.  Then called the dentist.  They will offer four more tubes, with the initial order.  So that is good.  And it is $10 a tube after that, which is fine.  A bit relieved.  I had thought tubes were double that.  And, as fast as I am going through them I was having some concerns.  This I can do.  And, probably, yearly going forward, I will order a four or eight pack of tubes for a retouch.

Mother said good morning.  I made sure she knew I wasn't getting up.  Then asked if she slept more warmly.  And well, yes, she added.  All good.  When she goes, the furnace goes down.  At least while I sleep.  Down a lot, ~63-65, until it gets to the deeper harder freeze.  Then I want a bit more cushion in case electricity goes out.  Which it can, for hours to a day or two?  The longer time a time or three since I moved in.  The shorter losses a few times a year.  No problems, living in mountains, highlands, ag country, rural, desert, with mild to rare catastrophic wind, I think they do fairly well.

Some quiet for a while.

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Help arrived.  The ps5 account was sorted.  And I was able to update my phone.  That was sorely needed too.  Then I began installing old games I had thought, potentially, lost.  As well, I was shown how to do a minor mechanical repair.  Then performed the task under supervision.

Since money, again, wasn't requested, a minor gift.  Perhaps he thought it a silly thing.  And, in modern times with far easier methods, it is.  Still, I hope he found some satisfaction with it.  If ever needed, little else will quite do.

Hell of a dream.

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It's been a long while since I remember having one anything like it.  It wasn't as bad as it has been, but this one seemed... less intense.  Still a bit tight, but...

I, and several others, were sent out to scout.  We had heard that a small group of a potentially special unit had moved in, or were on the move.  Small unit movement, at least in our sector, were the exception, rare exception.