Sleep is still variable.

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I was awake late, and woke late.  Neither was terribly so, and within reasonable parameters given one another.  I had hoped the bit of work yesterday would help with that.  No worries, today is another opportunity.  I am hoping to do a bit more work today.

Lawn hoses need to be coiled and brought in.  As well, I have a few chairs, and a table, which need to be put up.  Some of the chairs will come in.  Some, and the table...  I am hoping to find a place for them in the garage.  Up, if I can make that happen.  Then, dishes and laundry are still in the hoped mix.  Nothing fancy.  Given my condition, it will be tricky to get it all done.  The hall and bathroom, and box take-down, then sweeping and mopping, are still on the menu, but these others are weather priorities.  Time is short for snow, perhaps.

Hope is a... vision... or a concept.  It doesn't have to be fulfilled, or today.  It only has to be held, and in truth.  Some hopes are more sure, if seemingly much more distant.  Some hopes are for their own sake, to allow that next step, and the one to follow, only leading forward, without the necessity of the truth of an arrival.  It is the path that is required, not the destination.  Even for the long sure hope, it will be through the blood of Another that I will see that.  Crushing as that once was, the humility of it finally became enough of a grace that even a monster could see.  So, hope is kept in my pockets, used when at the ticket stand, but never lost somehow, or given away even when used as barter.  A fair trade still.  As with love of the real kind.

Hup...  I best get to it.  Or, well, at least finish waking.  I'll write, later, about a dream.  Those things can bug me.  But hearing from God... sort of gets my attention, even... or especially... when I take issue.  Yeah, no.  I know.  I know!  Just... Well, that is for later.  I have some things about that to dig through.  Later.