Some, little, perhaps more.

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For whatever reason, I am still down.  Getting back up, at times, is easy.  Not this time, though not typical either.  The sun isn't helping, a bite to eat didn't do much good, nothing I seem to do seems to matter.  I am not completely put out, though.  I did track down contact information regarding the guarantee.  I didn't feel like placing a phone call, but I did send an email.  Sending an email is just less energy demanding.  Plus, I can edit.  I will probably get a shower yet today, and probably fold, hang, or otherwise manage the clothes that were washed.  After the shower, I am hoping to get a load of dishes going.  Perhaps wash them a time or two yet tonight.

I am not extremely tired, I am simply unable to focus.  I can't seem to get going.  That I have some plans is good.  If I get to them it will be better.  But it will be a struggle.  Just can't focus!
Yes, I see the problems.  Everywhere.  Places that were considered holy, or wise, or strong, or intellectually sound are proving to betray much of what they are supposed to support.  Enemies in office, in the government, in the church, through schools often even in the home.  Is there a quiet majority?  Does it matter if they remain quiet?  Strange days indeed.

I remember just enough to know that I don't always wish to remember.  It's in there.  There is a reason for it.  The hunger is great.  The hunger is the real danger, not what might draw upon the hunger.

And, yet, I know... I do.  Vengeance is not mine.  It should not be applied to what I will be called to do.  Actually, in an earthly way, my job, in part, will be to open the door for kin and then be no more, along with them.  It is those who win who will be lost.  But getting to them, well, that won't be easy either.  To win the skirmish while losing the battle so as to win the war.  Without... hate, or vengeance, but with great force at times.  It is the only way.

I ought to get on to something.  A shower, I think... in a bit.  Perhaps.  Bleh.  Later.