The way of the future?

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I hate using alarm clocks.  It is just that I get a much better idea of how long I sleep, and I sleep with more confidence.  More, if I am oversleeping, it gives me some idea of how much.  Why do I need to know these things?  Ah, because if one problem, or another, is cropping up, sometimes I can consciously change things.  Normally, for the last year or even three, I have been doing pretty good about just know what is going on.  My mind tracks these things.  Not so in the last week or... whatever... month?  And yet I haven't completely fallen.  An alarm clock might just fill the gaps in my memory and all.  I set the alarm for eight hours and woke just before it, if I am not sure I quite got out of bed before it went off.  I just woke up, yeah, that is how bad memory is.  Still, I know I slept at right between seven and an half hours, and eight.  Slept?  Was down.  Sleep was wonky.

I did call my mother before I went to bed.  It's mid to high 90's, with high humidity out there.  Actually, I did score one nearly right thought.  She was supposed to be at a wedding when I called her yesterday.  Just as a guest though.  But the heat and humidity got to her, so she called in sick.  They have had a decent summer out there, too.  It's just dragging a little long.  She'll miss it when it's gone, mostly.  I guess even she gets tired of the heat, either that is such an Iowa girl that a season out of place, even her favored wrong, sets wrong in the body and mind.  It's just good to hear her voice.  God usually gives us our parents for long enough into life that we can handle whatever may come.  Though that isn't always true.  The idea is there, though.  It's the reverse that seems most unfair.  And yet, it truly is the good who die young... even if they don't understand it.

It's a bit rough, again, today.  Not so bad as most of this week if also no where near as good as it was for a couple of days, mostly.  It feels as if the boxing team has all gotten a couple of free shots to my midsection.  That'll teach em'!  That is the worst of it, so I can't really complain.  I have two people still on my convalescence prayer list.  I am not included.  I figure pain is the price for my life, and it has cosmic uses.  I keep hoping for some email that just hasn't shown up.  Someone said there were things I should know, asked for my email, then... nothing.  Though he is on the convalescence list, so now I have concerns both about his query and his health.  Oh, I know, I will suffer at him!  That'll teach him.  :p

A shower, as soon as possible, then?  I don't know.  Later.