You wouldn't believe.

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Looking out at a shadowy yet oddly lit sky draped over peaks to the southwest and east.  It's a magical day, to me, in that regard.  There is something about natural beauty, when it strikes me right between the eyes like a bullet.  Sometimes all else is set down just... just to look, stare, know something incredible is before me.

It's more than just a gooder day, it is a good day.  Not just health, but mood and those views.  Some days it's like God Himself has come down and said, "Here is your ticket.  One free pass to a limited view of heaven here on earth."  And so it is.  I'm spending the ticket well.

I still hope to do other things.  Something along the lines of actual work, small as that, or better those, tasks might be.  It's not that I forget, in a technical sense.  It's just that, often lately, when I get up to go do something, before I can reach 'something', my mind has already flitted to another something.  Usually the new something is epistomological, or specifically theological, or from the lit but foggy future or dim dusky past.  It's not a purposeful thing.  Enhanced, but not from, illness mind you.  My head has always sought the clouds.  When I can't rise to the clouds they simply come to me.

Oh, just... chattering to no one in particular.  It is good to share the good, as well as the bad.  A diary will do, and the girls.  Later.