Another day, or night really.

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Feeling good, all around, more or less.  It's just a day, so far.  I was, and remain, confused about today.  There just isn't anything going.  Can't focus.  A shower.  Beautiful thing that is.  Plus it finished washing the crap and most of the smell away from having washed the blankets in the tub, that first time.  Nasty stuff, that.  And yet... better that than holey bug filled blankets.  I suppose.  New ones would be a fortune or (maybe and) poorly made.  Some tech seems lost to antiquity.  With furnaces, warm clothing, work (where heat is provided if usually not considered a benefit... not these days), and the rest, most people do not think of warmth.  A forgotten necessity, for the moment.

With a shower to warm my body and bolster the spirits, a bit of coffee in me, I decided... to put more coffee in me.  I don't know what I might get to.  I will, I believe, read some more, while putting coffee into the tank.  I am hoping to make a meal.  I have meat thawed, and haven't grilled in a while.  Sure, it's back to well below freezing.  As I like to say... "And?".  I do what I do, when I can, when I see the need or want, it's just the way of it.

Still, I would like to do a bit in the kitchen.  Even just sweeping, a few dishes, and maybe cleaning some of the surfaces I have been partially opening up by relocating the small kitchen appliances.  I suppose I could sort that whole microwave cart idea out too.  Who knows what I will get to.  I know what I would like to do... sleep another four or ten hours.  My body wants to, my brain knows it isn't going to happen.  I can't make myself sleep any more than I can make myself healthy.  What is, is, or it isn't.  Sleep isn't.  It's not too bad though.  Like I said, a bit of coffee and more reading.

Reading has been quite good.  I've finished the first of the stories in the first book, and am nearing the end of the second story.  I read fast enough.  I just don't have the stamina of the psyche that reading demands.  Something of which some you are aware, others are not, though true for all.  Eyes go bleary, or the mind begins to wander too much, and the reading must be set aside.  Further, even for this sort of reading, little breaks help the story come together.  Much as, when you are listening to someone speak, you blink from time to time.  That's not just to moisten your eyes, but also to take in what your ears have heard, and allow your mind to function on that.  I may never be a master reader, again, or to the level I was, but I can enjoy as I may.  And I am.

I was thinking about that dagger I recently received.  Yeah, I ordered that about three weeks ago.  Good things take time.  Perhaps they even actually made it in that time.  Or finished it from parts?  Shipping was quite slow, but not a bother if known.  And there was at least one stall in the delivery.  Some city in Georgia, it seems, received a freeze.  Georgians are simply not used to such.  Or... there was something else.  One never knows from the snippets of data passed on.  Oh, about that dagger?  Of all the wars fought, that dagger, and other tools like it, have ended even more wars before they ever went further than minor words or deeds.  A prince, king, general, rouge, arch bishop, or other, who for good or ill was beginning to set forth plans, ended up meeting such a tool in a final way.  The greater friend of their enemy was closer then their true friends and protection, and so the notion slipped from history as they slipped into the ground.  More than you will ever know.  Who received the lesson was not always who you might think, either.  Sometimes it is the principality who must be silenced, sometimes a seeming innocent catalyst.  Sometimes that didn't work, either.  One never knows, not even those who one would think should.  God allowed man free will, and that has wrought terrible confusion on all, save I suspect, God Himself, should He wish to know, when He might so desire to know.

Ah, reading, coffee...  a meal... perhaps work.  Just hitting midnight and my day is just, potentially, beginning to begin.  Bleh.  *smile*  Later.