Thinking of mother.

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They are the most jealous of creatures.  And a bit of darkness resides in each.  As it is, there are three who can claim that, if only one is called, only two remain alive.  I called a bit ago, just went to voice message.  Odd, though maybe she is working, or driving in heavier traffic, or napping.  Or simply doesn't wish to speak to her sweet Ferg... Doom.  No matter, I'll call later.  Might not be the king of hell, but whoever one is, mother is... mother.

Any of them who watch this might well be so upset. Until or unless they get something for their pain. Witches! Love your mothers, I suppose. Just don't trust her. Even if she thinks she has your best interests at heart, what she will do to get her way is... Never mind. Do note, I still call. Mostly. And watch closely. Mostly laughing at the notions. Mostly is operative.

I can't do a whole lot today. My forearms are absolutely useless. The cramps aren't too bad. But the overworking, then the cramping, have combined left those areas so weak that pouring out of a gallon of milk is a bit of a test. I grew soft being down so long, then truly overextended, given my condition, yesterday. Lovely though. I enjoyed hitting as many areas as I hit, having food in the cave, my camera found and ready for a project, trash and recycling (the easy stuff) out, cat litter tended, dishes set, a load of laundry pushed through, and literally another dozen things, plus a trip to the post office and grocery store. Brutal though. I am hoping to keep doing, and have been if much less and slower today, and then kick back into fuller gear before long. At least once I can use my arms again. Ugh.

I grilled several steaks, and toasted some of the bread along with garlic powder and butter.  Oh, man.  When it has been a long time since I have eaten, and more eaten beef, it is a treasure.  Oh, I've learned to like this and that and enjoy much else.  It's just that I need fatty beef once in a while.  More often if I could eat well, and afford it.  This will do me for a bit.  Oh, I used the bread I didn't care for as to sandwich making.  It worked perfectly in this application, if I won't do this much, so...  At least I won't waste it all.

I see the French are in trouble.  A minority that is better armed than their police, in part because they simply wouldn't or couldn't refuse "immigrant communities" arms that not even their police forces have access to, and that in part because they have nearly completely disarmed their civilians.  Now they are locking the sheep in with the wolves, hoping it will all work out.  As a Buddhist I favor well recently said, there is no sleeping with rabid dogs.  I honestly don't think it matters what the French think of their government, they simply don't have a means of changing it, or expelling the muslims.  Best to start with government officials, but then... they were elected.  Who, really, is to blame?  Not my problem and there is nothing I can do about it.

I will pray that the French come to their senses before they lose their minds, or nation.  Then again there are many lost causes I send prayers regarding.  I know there will always be the poor, and yet I pray for them.  I cannot undo what Christ has noted.  I pray for peace, knowing likewise that there will always be war and rumors of war, especially if what I suggest is my nature has any truth, but even so.  My Lord has stated that to be the case as well.  Though these things, neither, should be a great worry.  Only things to resist, if not to lose oneself resisting.  Only to do what little we can in true faith, and in hope, to the tune of charity.  No more.  No less.  So, I pray.  Secular versus a false faith, and it is obvious which will win if nothing is done, or even too little is done.  Not my concern, in the end.

Up at 16:00.  I'll try to make it a few more hours.  I may call mother, again, shortly.  See if her royal highness has a moment for her beloved child.  *grins*  Later.