A day of rest.

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I had hoped to be up to getting to Church today.  It just won't happen.  The little I can do has been enough to put an end to other plans.  If I can get to town tomorrow I will go to Church before swimming.  If... I can get the timing right.  Nothing personal at all.  Simply I can't do things, right here in my home, on some kind of time schedule.  I can and do try though.  I did get a shower in this morning.  The girls are happy about it.  Snoopy dances?  That's... not right!

Today is simply, without much choice, a day off.  Being Sunday this is not a bad thing.  Research on this and that, reading as I can, and the a terrible want for a nap.  The sun is up, the curtains are open, and life is pretty good if a little slow.  I'm slowly gobbling a hamburger and bean fry.  I needed beef, hard.  And, of course, I get to sample more of the habanero sauce.  I don't eat that like ketchup, I only eat that on things I think are appropriate, mostly my Mexican style dishes though scrambled eggs and a few other things also take well to a bit of heat.

I have been thinking about something lately.  Something that bothers me a bit.  It won't be just the religious who are in trouble when the time comes.  Academics are under the same gun.  Further, I get a feeling that... most Christians will truly be gone.  Actually, all of them.  Anyone who has been named in a Church record.  Who, then, are these few Christians?  Second gens who know little but somehow found their way to the truth.  No, atheism will not save, in any way shape or form.  I have to suspect many of them know this.  Suicide by state?  Yes, I think so.  I do know who they will come for first, the same ones they always come after first.  I don't like seeing these things, understanding.  I don't want to know.  And some men... I don't want to see as... brothers...

Another thought came to me, one that has... tickled my bean before.  As I have mentioned I suspected a past love of wanting me dead.  Well, several...  Okay, all but a few of them.  One in particular, however, I had real wonder as to if she would do it.  Even now... I could see it.  I think the only reason she never tried, then, was an almost certainty that the attempt would fail, no matter how sure it was.  Now?  I don't know, I just... getting a sense on the breeze that the intent is even now still potently considered.  I still think it would fail.  Yes, there... just happens to be a song for that, too.

There is nothing like writing about the devil... then hearing her voice on the other end of the line.  Uhrm, hello!  Hehehe  I don't think she knows that I know.  Then again, I am not sure she knows herself.  I really shouldn't be so... pleased?

Hmm, off to... do something or else.