On it, right on it.

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I didn't want to get going this morning. I stayed up until 2:30 or a bit later last night. I drank soda too late and I forgot to turn the furnace down, plus I dithered and dallied with Google and women folk potential. I did wake... by 10:00? I can't swear to it, but it was in the neighborhood either a bit before or after. And I my morning rounds took a little long. Boy am I thirst today, too. In spite of being thirsty, I have gained five pounds. *shrug* *sigh*

Anyway, and though I really didn't want to, I dug in. I went through my routine, save my exercises. I think I was hoping I would forget. I got on to vacuuming, but first had to cleans some surfaces after vacuuming my bedroom. That and I needed to shake some rugs. And move some furniture and other stuff. It's never how you imagine it is it? Work that is. Oh, and I needed to empty some small trash bins and set those out of the way too. But I did it. I vacuumed all my carpets, shook the rugs, cleared and cleaned the coffee table and an end table, then put what was supposed to be returned all back. I then went to the weight bench, pulled off a bolt and an "L" connector of which I need four to six of each when I go to town Friday. Then I pulled a hundred bullets I just bought and put them in a bag at my friend's request. I then swept the kitchen area. I haven't changed cat litter yet, but the bin is in place and that will be my next task.

I also received a phone call from the BCI agent, regarding my difficulty. He gave me a number to call, at the FBI, and a number for them to reference. That was it. I called the number, and after being dazzled by their phone options, I just let it ring through to an operator. Odd that their operators are also agents. She took the call and tried to say it was a state issue. They don't even use the numbering system regarding the number given to me. After a bit of talking, she (somehow) connected to that numbering system and gave me the address to send an appeal (which happens to be the FBI). I don't know who is lying, for all I know both of them. But someone has to be lying. I guess that is all we can expect from our government anymore. Anyway and in any case, I now need to get two letters written. One for my mother and another for my appeal. I hate that my printer isn't working. I believe I could use the computer and printer at the college, I am not sure I should though. Trust, once broken, is difficult to regain.

I must admit, staying up so late and missing my routine, when I realized it this morning, frightened me a bit. I was worried that I was falling again. But, nope. I got right back on the horse, I'm firmly back in the saddle, and the reins are once again in my hands. All good. And I plan on keeping it that way.

After the missionaries leave I will finish with the cat litter, straighten out the drawers, finish the grout and tile work or give some of this new stuff a chance, and then begin working on regaining open status with my blog. I have heard nothing back from Google so I will try another avenue, or several. Ugh but what a pain this is. All of it. Getting everything straightened out, should that happen, would be nice though.

I doubt everything, but I am moving forward in faith, and hope. I don't have to believe without seeing it happen, Christ did not chastise Thomas, He showed him. While Christ isn't the world, He is still in it. And if it be His Father's will, then He will show me. That is good enough for me. Never mind my heresies, rants, neurosis, or such. That is just the machine doing what it must to deal with what it can't know, control, or understand at times. I am working on that, and yeah, like everything else in life, I really am 'right on that'.

Good day!