Yeah, well, late to bed, late up, but...

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I can live with it.  Just that I got out is satisfying.  That I have a few of my needs tended is pleasing.  I didn't make it down until after 4:00 and I woke at about 11:30.  Two hours have just disappeared since.  I do feel good though.  I may get a shower in shortly and then give myself on a shorter air dry.  I love that, winter, summer, shine or not.  One of the luxuries allotted to the lame who have little else to do.

To the stores, then a visit, and maybe a meal in there too.  It's too late to tinker with the plants.  Those will get attention either tonight or tomorrow.  But there are a lot of them that could be transplanted now.  I have enjoyed working with the little green things.  The scents of their life, growing, fills this space.  And while the company they offer is mute, it is not without a very real presence.  They are each a little prayer unto themselves, for me and by me, somehow.

Ah, and the sun is out!  Roiling storm clouds, threatening and beautiful, are scattered about the sky, staying higher and to the ring of mountains for the most part.  Married to the mountains, without obscuring them, they evince the power of nature in two of her primal core manners, that of static and dynamic staples.  Some days, waking is paid for merely by seeing, even just with the eyes.  Today is such a day.

I suppose... A bit more waking then on to... well... who knows.  Good day.