The day has slipped by.

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It was a rest day, so no major problems.  I just couldn't get my feet under me.  A few hours ago I realized the problem.  It's cool.  Rain, a cold rain, has been cycling on and off all day.  It feels more like a September rain.  It's been doing this for the last few days, and more than I am used to it for the last week, really.  Perhaps today is a culmination of the cooling over time.  It's an unusual thing, at least as I gauge Augusts.  I am just getting used to the weather patterns here.  Then again, just as with Iowa and everywhere else, the sense that the weather is normal is subjective to which local you speak with.  Feeling down?  Then the weather is odd.  Feeling good?  Then it's all good, including the weather.  Some are more observant, some less so, and yet that doesn't seem to matter.  Stats don't really help because of recent, mid, and long term variability.  Hmm... in brief, for a summer day, it is cool enough to feel cold. 

No worries.  As I said, it is a day of rest.  I just got more of a dose of rest than I intended.  Tomorrow, if it is the same, I'll pull out a pair of flannel pajama bottoms.  Hmm, actually I'll get that out now.  I can't believe I am actually just a bit chilly!  Then again, if you know me at all, you know I am enjoying it.  And it is restful all by itself.  The occasional pattering of rain even more so.

I have started pulling out the big guns when debating.  I don't do a lot of actual debate.  Most people are either too far gone or too timid.  However, I can make a point, or series of them, based on a bit of logic, a bit of the practical, a bit of the historic, and a few other things, then tie them together into a cohesive package.  That is the goal anyway.  And, sometimes, I am asked to, and do, defend that.  I won't say that I am offering perfect logic, only that I am attempting to offer more than snark. 

Then again, I don't believe we can corner perfect logic.  I am not sure if it is just mankind, but I do believe, after the fall, perfection became a goal that is not attainable in any area of life.  It is as if the corners of our minds were like the corners of a cabinet.  And, as a group, we all made a decision, one that can't be changed, that made all of those a few degrees, or more, off.  Now we can do some practical things with our cabinets, like make sure the coffee cups don't slide out.  But in doing so we have to do other things, there is a trade off.  Either the cups lean into the cabinet, or the cabinet looks more off-kilter than we like, perhaps both, and worse if we aren't attuned to the notion that we aren't very good at these things.  We can still see the idea of a square cabinet, we just can't create that.  Yes... something like that.  So, I do my best at developing the most appropriate confluence of wrong angles for both function and aesthetics within the confines of imperfection.  It's as good as I can do.

Life isn't bad, even when I am a little tired.  Needing rest is a good thing.  Being able to plan, and consider, work, play, and rest, if none if it at the level I should be able to attain, is still better than the options.  All save one, but all things in their due time.  One simply cannot rush perfection, especially when approaching it imperfectly already.  Yes, yes I do.  I think I can be quite funny.  Later.