Snow removal?

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Yeah, well, we'll see.  There is a bit of snow.  I may try to sweep, if I can get to it.  I turned the heat up, took medicine, but I haven't had coffee yet today.  Yeah, a couple of loads of the dark brew might help.

It's just a rough day.  I don't feel bad, the headache is gone.  I procrastinated just long enough that I didn't end up taking painkillers while the pain has faded, mostly, and quickly enough that the need left before the task was done.  I just don't have much in me.  I need to figure something out, I need to get to town tomorrow.  Fresh onions, milk, and a few other things.  Plus, I ought to get my friend out.  If I have cabin fever, he might have it worse.  Dang kids!  :)

Yes, odd thoughts have been on my mind, haunting my dreams, and such.  Perhaps all just stories my mind is playing with.  Perhaps truths, pure and simple.  Perhaps something I am going through on my simple humble path toward heaven.  Things I must consider, a past life to be turned over to Another, thoughts and concerns being struggled with in an imaginative way.  Know?  I know nothing.  I suspect a few things, I wonder about some more, and I see shadowy things a bit farther out than those.  Dim is the glass through which we see.  We do know nothing.  Reason and faith, the pair of shoes that allow one to travel to where one will go.  One alone will make the trip far more perilous.

Why my mind drifts to where it slides, why at this time or that, I don't know.  I am barely conscious, sometimes, of what I have put out.  What I write is not exactly conscious thought.  It isn't something I time.  It just happens.  If I can restrain or loose with some small choice.  The first song in the most recent set I have known about for some time.  I buried it, hoping it would go away.  I didn't think some would understand.  It is quite convoluted.  I see, but some will not, cannot.  Still, all at once, a number of things came together, and it tumbled out.  Not a mere puppet, but... a tool, at times.  I pray that it is God's hands which control those strings.  While it might seem terrible, I think many have a very odd construction of what and who God really is.  Wrong, in both directions, at times.  I do not claim to know God, but I see that others have less of an understanding is all.  Hard, but completely forgiving.  Angry, but not as He is unchanging.  Loving to His death, and yet quite able to destroy.  And yet, in another way, none of that.  He just Is.  As I said, I don't completely understand, but I do contemplate.  As you are able to eliminate horror, want and lust, doubt, fear, you get closer to Him.  But you may need to crawl on hands and knees over broken glass to do so.  Never mind.

Oh, right... coffee.  I hated the stuff until I hit about 30 years of age.  Then I needed it.  Now?  It just... helps... a very little.  Take what you can get.  Hmm... that makes me think of another thing.  Perhaps a nap in a couple of hours, in the hopes that I can push through to getting to town and stretch my day further into, well, the day.  Later.