Burning.

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Not sure if it is a fever, or just the heat.  I turned the ac on, and set the fans to help.

Nah, that isn't working.  I just stood in front of the ac.  Yeah, no.  It's me.  A bit of flu, a bit of other.  All the furnaces inside are on.  Pain opens some doors, closes others.  I bet looking at me, standing in front of the ac, with a thermal viewer, would cause the viewer to lift an eyebrow, or two.  And scoot.  Burning hot.

Some of it is this.  What you are and who you are don't always seem... sympathetic.

Some is that.  Even forgiven, sins still burn, experiences still hurt.  The past is present, and future, until it isn't.  Can't help but wonder about my brothers.

Some of it is some sort of physical.  I'm well enough to have figured some things out.  I do have bugs.  Those bugs hurt me, but damage others.


Meh, it'll burn out, eventually.  For a bit I will need to clear my calendar.  I am not... the best of company right now.  Usually happens every four to six years, usually in the winter.  I guess this year is off.  Takes a day or two, max, usually.  I best make a call and go down, near the ac, for a day or two.  FIRE!