I am going to just say it. It's the weather.

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Well, the weather and my body's inability to handle some things.  No sun for too long, currently, is the problem.  Whether it was because I was sleeping nights there for a while, plus recent weather, I can't be sure.  I simply haven't seen the sun more than sparkle through for a moment in weeks.

However, that isn't taking me down completely.  Once I dug up through that I went on to begin working.  Some days better, some not so well, others not at all.  More than I thought would be done has been done.  Cooking, dishes, cleaning up, financial business, figuring out meat orders, and many other things.  Not quickly, but timely, mostly.  I will keep at it, even if things seem to be slowing down.  I am hitting a brick.  Hmm... what is that... the sun?  It almost looks like the sun is out.  if so, I'll open up, a bit, what I can take, and try to soak it in.

Breakfast first.  Drat, I forgot to soak oatmeal.  Hmm, no milk though.  Could open a tin, the dry stuff, but being this close to payday, I think I will wait.  I do have one pint of heavy whipping cream, but that is a bit thick solo, sometimes, often.  Especially for kefir soaked grains.  That, while filling and tasty, is rather toothsome, even on the viscosity side, when kefir soaked.  But it IS definitely tasty.  I am trying to think of something beside bacon as a side to eggs.  I am saving the tortillas for this afternoon, beef and bean again.  Yeah, but I like it.  It's easy, tasty, filling, and it's cool to finally have homemade tortillas with it.  Plus, one batch can easily feed me for a day or two, solo, if need be.

Someone has been looking through music I have played for the last six months, some of it from longer ago.  While it isn't showing as hits on my blog, it is... being noticed.  I don't mind.  I'm not a hit-hunter.  And I see several patterns, at what is being reviewed and, possibly, why.  Warnings of this, the sight and it's possibilities, such and so, this and that.  Not all by one, I don't think... though possibly.  I sort of like it, because I don't have to look back through it all to be reminded of songs I have enjoyed.  Not all of them do I like.  As I have said, they sometimes simply fit.  I don't have to like them.  Other times I would like the music save for what it is showing.  Even if true, the truth can hurt, innit.  Anyway, I have been waking to lots of music.  That can be a terrible, and horribly deep, drought... more for the uninitiated... the disbelievers who did not know of God or terrible things... myths, lore, legend, they thought.  Perhaps they knew nothing.  Some children are only taught secular these days, and for decades past.  Most likely, once they shake the chill, they may well go back to whatever state of denial is possible.  Perhaps I am their occasional hair shirt?  Or will become it?  I would suggest they go find the better parts, and find their faith and learn to manage it.  Why look to hell, and hell on earth, when there is heaven?  Good to see, from time to time, for contrast.  But you, nor I, should want to live there.  Good only for a bearing check, if very good for that.

Hmm...  I just can't figure quite yet.  I'll go reset the dishes, scout for egg pairing food, pour tea, and...  I don't know!?!  Listen to more music?  While some of it is terrible, in certain moods I am quite good with it.  There is a comfort knowing the door to hell will close, and the eyes I used to see which then show you what is seen will be party to closing that door.  A time killer, one who will delay this to ensure that, at His behest.  Will be judged, have been requested that death is not preferred.  So, yes, the music... helps? keeps things in perspective? provides a bit of incentive, or drive?  I have told others this.  If you war to be good, or because you are right, or to save a life, you won't fool me.  Not on my gig.  You war because you want to war, you merely find a reason or excuse.  Use caution when you fly Doom's skies.  Honesty, about it all, is a start.  The humility.  Even I use caution, and listen to the sagest of advice.  Death is not preferred.

Later.