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I feel good. The headache left early on, if the strange sensation about the brain remains. I don't think that has anything to do with anything else. I simply can't get going. I did make a couple of slices of bacon, two eggs, and fried potatoes. Just enough to say I had a second meal. I can't seem to get much coffee down. Just a cup so far. And I haven't found myself to clearing the driveway. Not yet, that is. I still hope to get to that.
I turned up the heat. I can't get warm, if I don't feel cold either. When that happens, I assume it is probably illness... the heart just isn't kicking over. There isn't enough blood flow. It happens from time to time. The lack of sun is also a part of it. I think those are the sole problems, at this point.
A man I have met, and a close relative of friends, is in very dire condition. I keep thinking about what to say, how to say it. I am sure he has tried to live life as correctly as he knows how. He has many children, and his wife is there with him. It is not easy. I keep them in my prayers. I try not to say the wrong things. But you know me by now. I say what I do. His sons are building his coffin, the family has gathered, and nearly all have been able to see him, save one son. The hope is that he will get that chance. While a dark day is drawing near for the family, a good day is coming near for him. And, as the darkness gathers, so too the light, even for the family. Working together, seeing each other as well, paying respects and more. It is difficult to not wish them joy even as they prepare to possibly mourn. But I do, as I hope it is taken correctly. Watching as a man prepares to leave this world, but become king again for a short time, is a wondrous thing. I wonder if he realizes what he is seeing? I am sure he will recognize it again, in his time, and their time.
I ought to... figure out how to get going. Another cup of joe, but what else. I simply can't seem to get going. I don't know if a trip to town is possible either, even if I clear the snow. I'll keep my focus on snow removal and a trip to town, and when it happens, it happens. Later.
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