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Sleep doesn't always happen as I would wish it.  I called my friend earlier today and he needs to shop and we will see if the mountain paths are open to travel in order to shoot just a bit.  A pistol apiece, along for the ride, just in case.  I set the thing up to try and not fall back into the pit.  Perhaps with a bit of shopping, travel, and shooting I might find myself ready to shovel and pick tomorrow.  Being able to do something nearly everyday makes the... sense of urgency fail.  If I could dig another foot or maybe two into where I was digging I might have enough room to dig out under the faucet itself.  The deeper the thing gets the further back I need to chip out in order to even be in the hole, or possible to get out of the hole.  Clay, I am told, is what I am digging.  Well, and rocks.  Roots seem to grab rocks as well, pulling them around themselves like shields.  A half hour might see me to a big enough hole to truly begin digging down.

Paranoia has visited.  While I still get the sense that people have been in my home, what was missing has been found.  There were only three places the items could have been.  I put things in a specific place, when I am storing up on short to medium term items.  These where there but had been set aside, out of place just a bit, then covered up.  All good.  And, no, these weren't actually items ornery rugrats would have taken, I was just... using misdirection with that.  You can't blame me for being a bit paranoid though, on these matters.  The last few places I lived I had people breaking in and really taking lots of things.  I knew it but could do little about it, though the new locks the owner put on my door did actually stop most of it.  You get a little... touchy.  It wasn't even losing stuff.  If someone needs, and asks, I would give what I could.  Lend-lease sort of thing.  I give you sugar today, perhaps I get flour from you tomorrow.  I don't mind.  Even if I never need I always have that... relationship.  And my larder is yours if you are short and really in need, almost doesn't matter who you are, if I have it to offer.  Don't... care... about... stuff... unless I am right about to eat it!  :p

My prayers continue.  Sometimes just in my mind, sometimes out loud.  I've got the main prayer down to sections.  One section is my standard devotional.  Thank you for breath, life, not killing me as a child or young adult as I might sorely have deserved, and the rest.  Another part is just about women, a wife, me, and how to mix, stir, bake, and not run away, run away fast.  Sir Robin?  Indeed.  I have, from time to time, a special section regarding people in need.  Sometimes I know of no one troubled, so simply pray for the weak, foolish, hungry, lost, ill, and such, oh, and enemies.  Currently I have a number of people on the list, my enemies are more... the enemy over there... at the moment.  And another section is for the Church, various ministries in the Church, the laity, and all, up and down the ascension, nun to our Pope.  For wisdom there and for people to step forward to fill the roles.  Sometimes it's a mouthful, sometimes if I am quite tired I just suggest God knows what is in my heart, touch on key points or needs or people, and leave it there.  My silent little prayers are often for the first hearing that someone is in need, or about particularly bad or evil news, or when a thought comes to mind that... I would rather send away or possibly cherish.  You know, it doesn't have to be all formal or just for bad things or wants?

I best be off to try to sleep again.  I suggested my friend call around 11:00 or 12:00.  I may not get eight or even six hours of sleep in.  As long as I get some rest and a bit of sleep I should be good.

I did see two article regarding women and choosing their mates.  One article makes it seem that women make snap (3 minutes max) decisions.  Though the writer of the article seems to understand my own thinking as I come about on some matters, albeit they do it from a woman's perspective or side of things. The other article indicates decisions are dependent on a woman's cycles, she will choose a playboy at high noon, a beta the rest of the time.  And, yeah, that makes ugly sense from what I have seen.  It sure makes me wonder which I am now considered.  It helps me understand the hit and miss thing for me.  Now, which am I though?  Heh.  Puzzle me this...  If I am seen as alpha, that is an excellent thing.  I have some built in beta with the house, an income, and being ill, mostly.  Seriously.  Or... is it the other way around.  Ghah!  Enough thinking for the night.

Good night.