Hmm, what an odd sleep.

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A very cool and comfortable night last night, one I thought would lead to a good long sleep. I guess I over slept enough yesterday night that I simply couldn't sleep last night. No matter. After four or five hours, I woke with no complaints and feeling rested. The cats were grumbling, but they always grumble and I am usually able to ignore them, and quite happily. No, I was just finished sleeping.

I am not moving fast or well yet. I got on the scale, a daily routine. I took my first doses of medicine. I turned on the computer, and went through the ritual to get this dieing loaner to boot, then watched television. I like checking the local news, from time to time, FOX news (when it isn't all ________ (fill in the blank, flooding and hurricane for now), and the one occasionally very good channel, the Catholic Channel. It was this last channel where I caught one of my favorites discussing a book with another gentleman.

Too asleep, still, to catch much of the detail, something did filter through. Just a notion. My favored speaker, at least a monk and perhaps a priest (they can be both), who also happens to be a clinical psychologist or some such (which, in this case, I don't hold against him too much) was discussing something about liberalism, conservativism, and his notions, personally. One thing that was interesting was his idea that, while not liberal by any means, he, as a psychologist (I am surprised he didn't say priest, perhaps he is just a monk) has to have some liberal notion about people who he deals with. Yes, I think I can handle that.

Actually, I like to think I share that notion. I suppose most liberals I know have shown me none of that liberal spirit that they proclaim, instead leading mean little lives in which the only thing they have is a bunch of constantly changing rules, rules changed by their decided overlords for whim or personal profit. Think of Gore, Clinton, Steinem, or the various authors and speakers. The peasants constantly try to align themselves with their obviously bloated, grotesque, careless, thoughtless, greedy 'heroes' while being brutally evil to any who do not follow in their footsteps. Even to worshiping people like Lenin, Stalin, and even Pol Pot and Guevara. They have murdered the spirit of what they profess to follow the rules regarding through the dogma of the rules, whatever those rules are on any given day of the week. Soulless and dead, just waiting for their last breath, not knowing how dreadful they seem to any who know them. Sure, you can love them, but it doesn't mean anything to them. They just want you to become like them. Yes, that is it. It reminds me of some criminals and drug users I have met.

Now, mind you, when I suggest a feature, skill, virtue or such that I claim, I don't claim to own it. I mostly claim to see it as a positive and make efforts to attain some part of it. My efforts, commonly, will fall flat. I will fail. It doesn't always come out the way I intended. If not an abject failure, or a complete cripple, I am certainly not Christ. The worst of it is when He suggests that we know not what we do... I do and I still fail. I knocked and belittled Peter for losing faith and falling in the water, until I finally understood. I AM Peter! A thousand times over. So, just for the record, you have it from the horse's mouth.

I have already closed up the house. My bedroom reads 76, the kitchen reads 70 F, even with my door, the windows open (until I just recently closed them), and the fans going. I just kick out a lot of heat. A low and slow morning, maybe a bit of work here and there. But I have a couple of things to do this afternoon and I am almost starting over from scratch again. At least it isn't from illness this time. All good, I can do this. I will get there. There will be set-backs. I will stumble. And yet I have and will move forward more than I slide back. Maybe never in an Olympic speed record style, but those are sort of phony anyway. Not that everybody could do it, but obviously people willing to put excessive amounts of time and effort into running 100 meters really fast can do quite well, assuming someone will pay them to do it nearly to exclusion of, you know, working, somehow, some way. A fruity world we live in, when it comes right down to it.

I suppose I am just trying to hold up progress. Then again, I don't seem to be completely alone!


Ah well, later.