Incidents and accidents.

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Creating the post last night was a snap.  One thing hit, everything else fell in place.  It was a matter of finding the right video, when there was an option.  The songs just... where there.  Once together, I spent an hour putting in the words.  Reviewing, then editing.  Then, because it seemed to oddball, I took it down and then put it back up several times.  Finally, just on the face of it, I left it up.  I was watching it a few more times when I finally just watched the last video.  Horror of horrors!  I pulled it immediately.  I... had not seen... the words.  I chose the song, added a request for lyrics, then played mahjong while that played.

Neither confirming nor denying, only not sure that should... well... especially by coincidence.  I pulled the post then went to bed.  A little prayer.  I was too tired for anything else.  And yet, I woke, drudged through restarting the machine, and then posted the thing again.  Back to bed, a bit more prayer.  I wanted to pull it but couldn't get back out of bed.

Amusing?  The force is with or against me?  God moves in mysterious ways?  A simple set of coincidences?  From one confused flier of the skies of life to another?  I have no sure truth to spare you.  It is what it was.  Although, looking back on it, watching myself, in truth Doom, hopping from one foot to the other while trying to figure out the briar we had settled myself into was, in retrospect, entertaining.  You think I am only cruel with you?  Anything, to be true, starts at home.  Anyway, at this point, what is done is done.  Right, now you know.  I am just as trapped in unlikely probabilities as how it may seem that I am trying to trap you.  Coincidences that can't be.  And I don't believe in them.

I didn't sleep well.  It really did trouble my mind.  The oddity of the post, and then the catch.  I did my best.  Tossing and turning, never feeling quite asleep, or awake.  I couldn't get comfortable of mind or body.  I eventually just got out of bed, never having felt to have rested but seeing less hope for it any time soon and with a cranky body, if nothing else, I could stretch for a bit.  It got cool last night.  I saw it down to 51 F, though I won't swear that was the low (according the the e-therm).  I should have slept like a baby.  Burn, though, baby... burn.

All good.  I'll... fiddle, a bit, then hopefully release some of the soreness.  When I am less of a twitch-knot, I may go back in and nap a bit.  Still wondering if I might get firebombed.  In some, perhaps many, ways, that wouldn't be the first time.  *wink*  Go on, hate if you must.  Later.