Yeah, no, got it.

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I have done everything, including rebagging the trash cans, except laundry.  I'll do that as I go in to sleep.  Yes, even the french braid.  I can't be sure, but I think I might actually have that braid down?  I just can't be sure.  I'll keep at it, then have them give me a pass fail at the salon, if a fail, I work on it.  Oh, and I had a couple of small sprigs of grapes, as a treat.  Sprigs?  Who knows, too tired to look it up.  If I get out hiking tomorrow, I'll even bring the bins back either when I head out or when I return.  Probably.  I'm terrible about those, some weeks.

There is just one song that kept flashing.  All day, for a while now actually.  Yes, before anything over at playpen game page.  Just a... sense, a feel, maybe even a slight hunger or thirst.  Yum!


No, as some might have thought, it's not a negative song, not for me.  Yes, I do count myself as the target, the dj.  What it means to me is that I am unworldly enough to be a target.  This is a good thing.  Doesn't matter if someone tries to, or even succeeds in, killing me.  All good.  If I am merely a human, I will have done the best that I could.  If I am not, in whatever form, I will continue with what my part of the program consists.  I can't lose.  Only bet when you will win, as they say.  Given the givens, I just can't lose.  But if I put someone who is that worldly into that much of a snit, I'm golden on top of not being able to lose.  I'm not, in particular, even seeking it.  I just... say it with me class... don't care.  Not in a cavalier fashion, merely in a practical and faith way.  Yes, it's a feelgood song of Doomish nature.  Plus, I thought I would finally explain this piece.  Might help you figure some other things out, but I doubt it.  You just don't get it, until... well... you'll know when you get it.  Boy will you know.

Yes, sweet dreams.  I'm sure aiming at some of those myself.  This song will help.  Good night.