Tacking it up for points.

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When I was in my foster home, my parents created a work list.  Well, it also had a demerit section.  If I did such and so, and "the extra mile", I got a reward.  Charming how much easier that was than reminding me.  Huh?  Oh, bacon?  I can do you for that!  Heck, I even got ahead so that I would get them to check things off.  I even did so well on extra miles that we had to... renegotiate.  Well, I did avoid demerits, one way or the other.  Yes, I learned how to... negotiate.  If, actually, I was already, for whatever reason, quite skilled in the art.  Uhrm, if you forget this little thing, I'll help here, do that, or... such.  Or even... can't you let this one little thing slide?  I have been doing quite well, YOU wouldn't want to mess that up, would you?  Personally I think the devil would have had trouble being so well versed in the delicate art at times.  :p 

Anyway...  Here it goes for tonight.  While I didn't get to everything, the clothes weren't folded and I didn't do the last pan (if it did need to be soaked, there wasn't room with the first soak... so, can we just skip that, hmm?).  I also cleaned off the stove top.  I didn't get the eggs cooked.  I have done that in the morning, right along with breakfast before, but that might be pushing it.  I also set up my gym bag.  There were some other things on my list, but then I remembered the trash needed to go out.  I thought I had several bags in there, so I wanted to get that to the curb.  After collecting trash, I found that each bin only held one bag, so... meh...  Oh well.  I also didn't fix the shade for the back room.  What I require, however, is clear tape.  Tape one side, super glue the other, or so it was suggested.  The problem is, after fifteen minutes of looking for the clear tape, I had to give up.  I ran out of sure places to look.  I did, however, get my drill put up finally, sort some other tools and supplies and get them put away, I found some drill bits to replace some broken ones and put those in, and I did some spot cleaning on the fly as well.  So it wasn't a completely wasted fifteen minutes.  Hey, as work shy as I get, I can't waste effort, you know!

Yes, tomorrow.  We will see.  Good night.  Ah, for your relaxation... or at least mine.

Some believe nephilim will perish, even the four.  If so, I would not consider it a knife in the back, or in vain.  A statue... would be fine by me.  I am pretty sure if you resist Satan on earth you will resist him at the gates, it is just that you may too not be allowed entrance.  Yes, a statue would do nicely.  Uhrm, there... aren't any pigeons in heaven, are there?  Just sayin'.

Why would nephilim not get to heaven?  Ah, because they are, of spirit, immortal on earth.  That is, when their flesh dies, they wait for another of the right form to be born to inhabit.   As the gene pool coalesces, they do find hosts.  Until then, they are the lesser of possessive forces, often known as unclean spirits, such as the ones Christ drove out of the man and into the hogs.  My guess is that didn't work for them because of the genetic discomfiture.
 
Just a reminder.  Don't let it come to this.  But if it is too late, then be ready.

And, finally, something that might be relaxing to the rest of you, for sure?  Perhaps you are not comfortable with the sadness of life, age, and death?  Ah, but what a life, what a road, what wonders I have seen!

Truly now, good night.  Maybe a beer first...