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Waking is sort of like coming in for a landing. Lately landings have been off course, on rough terrain, with little good cause save I was out of the 'fuel' of being able to stay 'aloft', or had to force myself down for a number of reasons. Today was no different in some regards. When the alarm went off at 8:00 I reset it for 9:00 then headed back to bed. But with everything I need or want to do today I simply got back up after a few moments of thought, even after getting snuggled back in. The waking ended up as not such a bad thing. A bowl of cereal for breakfast, the furnace being pushed up a bit to break the morning chill, blogging rounds to begin shortly, after blogging myself. I left the alarm reset for 9:00 as a reminder that I have things to do. I may reset it to 10:00 if I am not quite ready to tackle things yet. Hey, I'm a gimp. This really is as good as it gets. This IS my Olympian effort.

I know I dreamed last night. Just normal seeming stuff from what I could remember. Even what little I could remember through the night and waking is disappearing faster than a morning fog under the rays of a bright sunny day. I worry about thinking of dreams too much, like the ouija board or horoscope readings, dream readings (even, or especially from the pseudo-science that is "therapy" often) is just another crank thing too often. Regardless of what they say about Lincoln, all you need to know is that some significant part of him was ruled by his wife and his wife was ruled by charlatans. She had clearly gone insane, probably before he became president. That... never bodes well or ends well. While I have no power as most think of it, I have the power of one. Let no man tell you that is insignificant. Tend that power rightly.

Oh, today? Right. Lots of calls to businesses I have on auto-pay. I need to see who I have been overpaying, by how much, and if I can get some of that back. Then to reset my online banking, again, again, again, then change those payments. Life has become a brutal thing recently. It seems while I rise to tend this thing here, that thing over there becomes a problem. Never am I to find peace. Then again Moses didn't get to see the promised land but from afar after all his work. I suppose I really shouldn't complain. Then again, I am ready for peace. I would gladly trade Moses his rest so that he could have gone on. But such seems not to be God's will, and that is all I am about these days. Some will be sent to walk through fire, others will be kept from seeing peace. Then again the children of Israel knew no peace. Perhaps Moses was less cursed than he may have known? Never mind, I have things to do until my time of peace is finally granted.

Yes, business, then on to Mass, then to taking my friend a gallon of milk, and perhaps having him take some pictures... hmm, maybe I could run those by Jean... SIZED DOWN perhaps? lols Oh yes, I read you loud and clear, even if I wasn't the culprit. Then a bit of cleaning if I have a bit of time, or resting if needed, then on to the KoC meeting tonight. It sure makes for a busy day, at least in my world. And yet I want to push for more. Sometimes I wonder if I even have the ability to push hard enough for it to be fatal. My body simply betrays me when I push to far. It seems to have built in limits I can't touch.

On to reading. Have a great day.