A bit weary.

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The nap was a bit long, though not as long as it might seem.  I have been awake for a good bit now.  I know I dreamed, of war.  Wars that no man will see but others will.  Not all things are about men, you know.  Men, however, will choose when.  The rest is out of their hands on the grander scales.  Each man will have some choices, to some degrees, in his environment.  But in the final war, no man will make any of the real major choices.  The men fighting, initially, will only be men who are fighting for other men, all of who are fallen.  It won't be until these have burned themselves out, and ground the other factions, pretty much, to nothing that another will find his place, call his army... a pitiful unenviable and small host.  It is this army that will resist, and their leader who will call an end to the war through the laying of the dark enemy, to a man, to death in the streets.  Not with arms but with word.  Will, really, but spoken will.  So says a Pied Piper.  Or Jester, Coyote, Raggedy Man, among other names or titles...  *wink*

Anyway, so dreams go.  Someone must ensure that everyone is in their place, in their due time, for the show must go on.  Just do not think that one has to surrender to the belief in the affair, any more than the stage manager must believe in the theater he is helping to present.  Thankfully, a choice was proffered and accepted, and yet a job remains.  Such dreams.  Oh, sure, a middling role is to be played beside.  Some shows are all hands on deck.

I am pretty worn, tuckered.  I will not be shoveling extra on the frontage, as I had proposed.  I am hoping, however, to stay up a bit, have a meal, play the game for a bit, be up reasonably early tomorrow, and check on my friend in the afternoon.  A movie, popcorn perhaps, and a trip to town.  His recliner should be in.  Curious.  I have some, but they are a bit old and small for me.  I have been thinking of getting a bigger one, for when my ankles are troubling.  Which, actually, is fairly rare.  More a thing when I forget my water pill than when I eat excess salt.  No work today, and maybe not tomorrow.  Not sure about a trip to town either, but... that's tomorrow.

Later, or good night.