Another late night, another early morning.

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The goal, this morning, is to get into the garden as hard and often as I can.  Hitting the weeds like a hammer.  As well, I hope to set up the tent and the shower stall, including putting my cot together and testing that out.  If that all goes easier than I thought, perhaps getting the front tire off the bike.  Honestly, that is a bucket load of work.  I don't know how much of even what I suggest will get done, let alone a bike tire, but that is what the plans name.

I went to bed late, again, as I suggested.  It was definitely after midnight, possibly after 1:00.  I woke at a bit after 7:00 and in good shape.  Sam is out, she goes out first thing most mornings.  Sassy just howls for food for a while, and maybe attention.  If I am up early I don't feed them right away.  It's a long day, they only get fed (wet food) twice a day (dry is always available), and feeding them too early doesn't work well.  Now I put out the cans so I know how much they have been fed.  Their mealtimes vary though.  Sometimes they don't get their first can until noon, sometimes as early as 9:00.  For dinner?  That can fall anywhere from 17:00 to 22:00, a bit earlier if I am going to be gone for the day, maybe, and later if I forget.  Oh, yes, doing quite well this morning.

Working in the garden will just have to be my exercise prep for Burning Man.  It's what I can do.  I will definitely be taking a few days off right before the drive.  Oh, from the garden.  I will be busy packing, and hopefully just the first day.  The last day I hope to indulge in gaming to get my hit of that stuff before heading out.  It is junky fodder, true.  But I have learned to, mostly, keep it in it's place.  As a reward for good behavior it works well.  It also works to get me out of funks.  It reminds me of what can be survived, how to lose and figure things out, and reinvigorates me.  Look, it's a miracle I walk, talk, breath even.  What ever I have done to facilitate that seems to work.  There might be better ways but my guess is that unless it is tried it can't be known.  Well, and I am not sure I am of the health to follow some strict guideline.  That is the one thing I positively can't do for long.  Simply taking medication regularly is a huge trick.  That's it for complexity over longer terms.

Yeah... Hmm...  Later.

Oh, reading the news I saw an article that brought back the memory of a dream.  Some... years ago, a decade or two, now is it...  I dreamed of the Archangel Michael setting aside war and becoming a healer.  In the dream he used honey.  He practiced his arts on soldiers in some ancient battles, over there.  Whether from guilt for having maimed and killed so many, weariness from battle over eons, frustration at the long arduous process of reality until it is time, I don't know, but I felt a distinct sadness emanating from him, one I know as well if not half and less still so powerfully next to his.  Now, even after the dream I had thought the use of honey for medicinal purposes was a silly notion.  But the notion stuck in my craw.  I ended up doing a bit of research and found out that honey was used as a powerful medical product at one time.  It seems, also, what is old is new again.  Who could have known that a dream could teach?

Actually, I pretty much dismissed the dream out of hand.  My disregard for doctors at the time didn't help.  And I wouldn't have believed someone like St. Michael would weary or choose to heal.  Live and learn, and much.  Yeah, it's in the bible, but...  I didn't remember that part, or might not have read that part yet.  OT?  If so, then I had not read it.