A long sleep.

.
.
I was up rather late yesterday, all else given.  I pushed into early evening, a necessary thing to reset the schedule.  And I slept very long.  I needed it.  I am just about used to medicine again, but the clouds and darkness plus chasing the day itself, along with efforts, are very heavy taxes.  All good.  Unto each, render the coin of the realm.  So it is.  Not terribly awake, but not all that sleepy or weary.  I like slowly drifting to wakefulness, when I can.  But the mind, today, is quite good.  Sharp, at least as focus goes.

With the kitchen floor open, I can sweep, and mop, the kitchen and bathroom today.  I will also work on the plumbing under the sink.  If that works, I will be quite satisfied.  If it doesn't work, I may have to make another trip into town.  I want that damned thing done.  It's been a pox on my home for far too long.  I may be doing raking today, as well.  It's a bit chill, but that is a good day to work outdoors.  As well, I might get the wood pile out back moved to where it can burn, and get that going.  And, I do believe, I will finish with the laundry today.  That should clear up things well enough to move on to the final kitchen cleaning tomorrow, along with the beginning of the living room cleanup.  I doubt if the living room will be finished this week, as I had hoped, but the slow steady progress is good enough to satisfy my intent.  It just takes longer, and things come up besides this and that.

I was thinking about one of the songs I played the other day.  I understand that some people do not know how to interpret some things.  The opening scene, and another scene, appear to point to the Mormon church.  And, for the viewer and reader, since many are LDS, that makes perfect sense.  But that wasn't the point.  That would merely be them thinking I was putting myself in their shoes, rather than the other way around.  Hrm, you ask?  Well... When I was running, it was from, in part, "church".  The vid only makes sense if you think of the runner as being you, and what you consider the term "church" to be.  For me, my church is the Catholic church.  Even though not raised Catholic, as I started becoming aware of my faith, and called to it, that is what it meant to me.  And that is what I ran from.  Not your church, or another's church.  I understand, it is difficult to interpret a seer, especially when he uses a video not made exactly to his specs.  Did you ever run from your church?  If so, that is how you should understand it.  If, for example, I say "snack"... what does that mean for you?  Chips?  A candy bar?  Pieces of fruit?  Right, well, for me it means salami, cheese, and maybe crackers.  Difficult to explain, exactly.  Just, take no offense unless you want to do so.  If you do, your problem.  As to what all that meant, and such, as I said, do not worry.  Not really for you.

Oh, but to be honest?  If you don't have a very healthy respectful fear of your church?  Either your church or you, or both, are gravely mistaken.

Well, on to waking.  Hmm, there is that one kink on the left side, where my shoulder and neck meet.  Doing head and neck rolls to work that out while I wake should loosen and dissolve that.  For now, it's a guilty little pleasure from back in the day when pain was a sought device for my guilts and pleasures.  Later.