Good. Very good.

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Coming out of the... coma... happens in stages.  Dying is actually the easy part, coming back to life is the painful end of the thing.  Yeah, sure, I didn't reach physical death.  Although I suspect I get closer to it of spirit than most would want to know.  There are very bodily aspects of it too.  Coming out of that is like coming off real painkillers after a major surgery or terrible wound.  It does hurt.  Those aches that were there when I went calling are still here, finally noticeable again.  They were just waiting.  After doing this enough times, though, that pain is actually... refreshing.  Physical complaints of this sort anyway are far less than what I had been going through, even with the painkillers in play.  Nice, actually.  And... living pains, not pains of the tomb.  Yum!!!  Really.  But boy am I hungry!!!  Only the Lord knows just how hungry a lycanthrop gets when unable to tend it's nature.


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Down at right at 13:00, up at 22:00.  I tried to do the math while waking but it eluded me.  Simple math doesn't always work in that initial bootup period.  Nine hours, eh?  I can live with that.  Sleep was sound, wall to wall.  What I did note, on waking, was that I am fully alive, if still possibly tired.  I won't know for sure about anything for another hour or two, given my schedule push and recent events and affairs.  Life is flowing in earnest again, though.  This I am sure of.  Wonderful.  Don't pick winners by perception, always.

While still in the throws of sleep as I woke, my body simply set up an outfit to wear.  I think the possibility of getting to town much sooner is a real possibility.  Doing something like that, my body prepping without my input, is a very good sign.  Yeah, I know.  You see me write here, and it is coherent and maybe even logical, perhaps even reasoned, and possibly even reflective of God's love as men can know it.  My flesh is not in that kind of shape.  My flesh is of the order of the minds of men without God.  To be honest, I would not even consider trading.  Though if I could get my flesh to that same order I would, and gratefully.  Then again you may think I am quite insane.  Difficult to know what other's think, without input.

It is truly wonderful to be back.  It will get old, as the aches and pains of a purely fleshly nature begin to add their weight to the ballast and keep me lower in the waters of life.  But for now, just to be on the surface, breathing fresh air, feeling the pains of life... magical.  I'll take it.  And, hopefully, if I can keep this up for just a bit, I can get back to the living of life.  Yes, I'll take that and the bloody noses that come with it.  I do hear the call.

A shower, before long.  Trimming the whiskers, getting dressed, and if I still have a bit of juice then on to town.  After that, then on to unpacking, sorting, cleaning, and putting it all away.  Then, maybe, working on the bench when it arrives, in prep to getting back to plumbing and the rest.  Oh, truly, to work again... to improve my little lot... and to thank God for the opportunity, turning over all praise to Him.  My thanks comes in the living of such, I need no praise for the doing.  Double yum!

Later.