Sleep was great.

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I suppose.  I laid down, stretched out, and was preparing for my night struggle to find sleep.  I rolled over, rolled back, heard the girls banging on the door, and checked the time.  Brain was a little loose in it's socket so exactitude was not to be had.  Somewhere a little before or after... 5:00?  Yep.  I had to think about whether I should get up.  A quick system check said everything was in order.  I was rested, comfy, and actually done with the bed.  So... out of bed I went.

I set the alarm on the stove, after morning duties, for an hour and an half.  I'll feed the girls then.  And take my medicine.  I ground fresh beans and put a pot of coffee on to cook.  Hmm, that should be done.  Might take my medicines right now, since I am thinking about it.  Blog check in, then I'll check my mail, next I will... I don't know!  News?

Yesterday started out with a bloody nose, when I was taking my morning shower, and ended in a bloody nose.  A few drops on one of my new colored t's, that last time.  I put detergent on it, and soaked it in cold water over night.  Yeah, I might get to some laundry this morning.  Hmm... maybe some other things.  I've been pretty lame lately.  I'd like to try to get back up on the horse, and maybe dig deeper than last time.  I do think it was the dark rainy spell that sort of sent me into a tailspin.  It'll do that.  Good weather, as my friend suggested, for a murder.  Speaking of which, as I was driving, right in the middle of traffic, as it slowed, I had a raven come right down in traffic, beside me in a sometimes busy turn lane, walk right over to my vehicle and look up to me, and kaw a few times.  I have a history with these creatures, so it shook me just a bit.  I mentioned it to my friend.  I've told him of this before.

You just don't understand what it means to dance with death, and to have... some... things of this world which relate to that.  Death is a cold, flat, icky place, at least for the bits as you are sliding into it, fading from here to there.  You will learn, but probably only once in your life.  You will be thankful for that.  All that came back, for a moment, with the member of the murder calling my name in it's tongue.  Never to worry, seems to have just been... a call to humility, or a reminder of the bitter sweet, or some such, not an omen.

I could tell you of other things that happened yesterday, but...  Some of my little and big joys, and funny things that happen, are just mine.  Oh... Doom is known, and heard.  I will say that much.  But too, a lion is known from and by hyenas.  Some people are having to suck on the sour of wisdom.  You can have gold, but you have to go looking, dig, then pick, all the while making sure to tend the structure, while praying for blessings and mercy.  Any other way is... the road to the only promise I have ever been able to keep.  But the children do believe, they just want so hard to hate it, but can't quite seem to carry the courage of their convictions in a face to face. Yum!  Do not think it is idle, what is suggested.