Finally, food.

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Mother has seen me go without food for days, weeks.  And, yet, she still doesn't believe.  I must assume this is why she can't be Christian.  She watches, as time passes, while I sleep for days.  Waking for rare needs, mostly water.  Again, she refuses to believe what she senses.  I can't make the blind see.  I can, sometimes, show them.  But they have to want to see, hear, know.

Scrambled eggs, a fatted coffee, and more water.  Plenty, and then some.  How long has it been?  A week, two?  I can never be certain while resting and dreaming so deeply.  I doubt if she knows, with certainty.  Days pass for her in a haze, only slightly less foggy than mine in my travels.

More sleep.

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Lots of sleep.  I never woke last night, or got up anyway.  I had another can or two of water.  Which makes sleeping a bit easier.  My throat isn't constantly feeling like it will seal off from being dry and the fluids in there gumming up.  That is a horrible sensation to have to fight through for days, and nights.

My adopted brother did reply.  I had let him know they were in my prayers.  Suggesting they stay dry as possible, offering good wishes and prayers.  He was waiting to see how it would end before replying.  It seems, from the sounds of things, that his neighborhood only received a lessor amount of rain, with none of the other bad weather events.

Events.

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I see the woman's execution was foiled.  Female executioners?  As satanic as modern women tend to be, I can't be certain if the failure was merely from incompetence or sabotage.  Wouldn't need to be literal satanists, might well be wearing the cloaks of variations of churchianity.  It's a matter of the belief that what they believe is superior to all else.

With the criminal justice system basically developed around average IQ men, I doubt if we will ever know.  I wonder if they have done blood work on her, to see if she was given a countertoxin prior to the toxin.  Or, even whether she had been given the actual poison.  probably too late to tell, by this point.

If they are serious, they need to get her back into some reasonable shape and put her into the gas chamber.  Though... make sure of the executioners.  No women, or other dei's.  Or just admit justice, for some, is no longer available.  Not my problem, in one sense.

Though, if they are going to end justice, they should at least release the last of the remains of the victim, part of her skull taken as a trophy, to the victim's mother.  So at least she can close that part of her daughter's murder.  I... don't count on it.  Too many are actively or passively on the murderer's side.

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Oh, quite a storm down south.  Possibly heading north.  Definitely east, possibly so big as to go a bit west, or... morph onto, up to, us... for a small bit?  Though, who knows.  It really might simply break out into some sort of weather system not seen before.  Well, it already is one.  And it is becoming much more... amazing.  Never can tell with rare events.

I'll just rest.  If the house gets blown away, I'll either go with it or wake without it.  If my real worry is to wake with five to ten feet of snow, no electricity or water, or even a good way out.  And, while generally unlikely this year, it is possible in spots, and in years to come, with what is happening this year.

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I was going to get up for a bit but mother was still awake.  I am not socializing with her.  Have business to tend, but not when I just woke up.  Had hoped to make a bite.  Instead I just grabbed a twelve pack of carbonated water.  Two down the tube.  I'll go on back to sleep, when I can.

Maybe in a few hours I can have a light meal.  Scrambled eggs?  Something.  if she would go to bed.  Later.

Lots of sleep.

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Waking, from time to time.  Reading various sites on the web.  Watching vids, the rare non-dei ones that remain, purging the obvious dei and ai trash.  Then, back to sleep.  It looks like new music is dead, or mostly AI?

I am trying to keep fluids going in, and out.  Not worried about food.  Though, once every day or two I try to get food in.  Nothing fancy, not much, just small satisfying morsels of simple construction.

Oh, right.

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A bit more about prepping.  Something I have probably suggested before?  It isn't for end time events, in a biblical sense.  It isn't for a civil war.  It is for my apocalypse.  My apocalypse has already happened.

My body has failed.  It doesn't work as it should.  Not just organs, but my ability to wake, any particular day, week, month, or sometimes nearly year.  I can't cook, clean, hunt, shop, process food always, or even eat it when available.

A different consideration.

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While planning grain storage, I couldn't ignore Ezekiel bread.  Though, with the understanding that flexibility should be considered.  Especially considering that the recipe was offered for times of famine, not regular times.  It was, essentially, emergency food, specifically in times when wheat became scarce.

So I went looking.  Various legumes were sourced.  Various alternative grains as well.  Rye, spelt, various lentils (there are three main types), and else.  Currently, prices for those are similar or (often) much greater than wheat berries.  Oh, I sourced whole berries, not flours or fractured berries.

A cooler day.

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For the first day in a month or so, the temperature seems possibly not to be above 70, or just, for a high.  Just today, if the forecast is correct.  Then back to mid to high 70s or even the low 80s.  Storms passing through.  To be honest, I am surprised there aren't many such days.  The hurricanes must be being tucked south by various forces.

That can change a lot faster, and more unpredictably than most forecasters will admit.  And, after seeing the forecasts, I have serious doubts about those.  While I suspect certain aspects, some major and minor portions, I think, are very off.  Wetter, I suspect.  And with a few hard hits.  Not dryer, moderately mild, empty.  A busy weather year.  Will see.

A strange fall night.

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Trash had to get to the curb.  I skipped doing it earlier.  Woke early.  Thunder?  Dream?  Couldn't be thunder, could it?  Up, rice pudding, water.  Then out.  Warm, for a fall night.  It read 53.  A warm one.  Sometimes 53 feels cold, tonight it felt warm.  Warmer than what the reading suggests, more like 63.  I'm not absolutely sure why that always works as it does.  Only that it does seem that various temps can feel much warmer or cooler, or as expected.

Humidity and precipitation can play a part.  Usually adding a cooling factor.  So I was surprised, when going out, and it feeling warmer than the reading, while raining.  A gentle rain, and not a lot received, or yet.  Even so, a strange thing to have a warm rain this late into fall.  But a... fine thing.