Three sorts of crazy.

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Only two are required to be in good graces, though the third adds style?  Maybe.

Oh hush.  If you believe those charlatans then anything you did, do, or will do, is unrelated to personal responsibility.  Either psychology is right or God is, as to personal guilt.  Make your choice, carefully.  I have chosen, and take absolute responsibility, yes, even for the damning stuff.  This, my friends, is why Christ came, lived, taught, and died.  God didn't do a skid landing to the ruination of His flesh to tell us we aren't responsible, only that our failure can be mitigated.

I went to sleep a bit after 6:00, or 7:00?  Right in that range.  I needed sleep.  It wasn't a good sleep though.  For one thing, as an unusual thing, I was snoring.  I can tell, the snore channel through my sinuses are dried and hurting.  I wouldn't be awake save that I got a call.  I didn't answer it, but I knew who it was from.  What I didn't know, was whether it was good or bad news.  I tried to just sleep around it, I need more sleep.  But the ac wasn't on and it was getting sweltering in my closed room, even with the fan on full blast.  I am a blast furnace, and it still hasn't really cooled out there all that much yet.  That is probably why I was snoring, the heat can do that.

So, after avoiding thinking about the call for as long as I could, I finally woke.  I tried to listen to the message, several times.  The woman talks just too darned fast for my just-awake ears to make sense.  I was right, she was from the office of the doctor I had arranged to see.  What I can't tell if the call is a cancellation or confirmation.  ---  Okay, after a touch of coffee, and just a bit time for my still-needing-sleep mind to wake just a bit, I re,re,re,re-listened to the message.  Confirmation.  How miserable to have something wake you up, and still not be able to understand for a good half hour or more!

I wish I could go back to sleep but the world is just too hot, for me.  And I spent so much effort trying make heads or tails of the message that I can't go back to bed.  I think sleep was doomed by the call.  I should have left the phone somewhere outside of the sleep area.  The fan and/or ac kill the noise of it, if it is outside the blast area.  I am reading though.

The book is Big Boys Don't Cry, by Tom Kratman.  An excellent read for sci-fi, but bearing much consideration regarding war.  I, for whatever, real or imagined, reason, very much relate to the lead "character" in the book.  I don't know how it ends, but would very much like to know... which is why the phone was in my room.  Then again, probably better that it woke me.  Trying to rest when it is too hot will cause me to sleep a fervid sleep.  Not... no... not a good thing.  It can bring a touch of my inner dragon to this place.

Be good, do what you can, enjoy where you may, skip a little skip, smell a flower, grace someone of the opposite sex with a fine smile, think of something useful or wondrous, sing or whistle or listen to a tune.  Be well, and blessed.  Good day.