Not much.

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More than I had hoped, so enough and then some.  I have been meaning to go to the post office since Tuesday.  I had something in Monday, but the other thing I believed might be in wasn't in until Tuesday, though maybe Wednesday.  As is, sleep has been off kilter... with the cold and dark cold wet days.  I got out fairly early today.  Even then I had to push.  That was at about my bedtime.  Upon returning, or before I left (?), I did wash the dishes and set them to a rinse.  I haven't finished them, actually just waking a few hours ago.

I have been doing bits and pieces here and there.  Nothing big, just little things.  Kefir is back on the brew, for example... not sure it will work, it was abandoned for quite a bit.  Still, only one way to find out.  I also called my mother.  She was busy cleaning, but sounded hale and cheery.  You have no idea how true that is.  Anyway, all good.  Actually called and she didn't answer once.  Though that is fairly common with us busy folk.  :p  Well, she is actually busy quite often anyway.  I just talk like I am.

I had a visitor as well.  The beef will be in, depending on the chop shop, somewhere toward the end of May, so... depending... should be ready by early June.  Perfect.  I'll stop in and pick up a number of meat process workup sheets.  For myself, I want ribeye roast, chuck roasts, the other roasts cut into thin slices for jerking, and hamburger.  If there is more high end steaks somehow available... like new york strip, I would be happy with such.  I only really like ribeye, ny strip, porterhouse/t-bone and a few of the rare odd steaks, and only care for chuck roast roasts... if I am learning.  Still, I'm trying to keep this first cut simple.  I may speak with them there, though, too.

I told him about the appliances being unplugged.  And went further and suggested it might not just be people.  I seem to be haunted.  I used to think everywhere I moved was haunted until I realized that is very against the odds.  Anyway.  I even offered him the consideration that I might be nephilim.  Though in covering some things, I didn't go on to explain some other potential.  Not all are ready for all, and what I expressed, was probably quite enough and a stretch at that.  Then again, as I suggested, life is a story, little of the absolute truth of such do or can we know.  Through the glass darkly... not a song, but a saying by one of the doctors of my faith from long ago.  Though if even he was the originator of the phrase or idea is dubious.  Nothing new under the sun is a truth that is older than, well... it's older than me even if I am who I may believe.

He offered the notion that perhaps these things could be sent away.  Ah, and that is the part I did not finalize the story regarding.  There may or may not be ghosts.  If the bible is to be believed, there are other sorts of spirits.  Some of those spirits, if my story has a truth, are my kin.  Unbound by flesh but looking for a way back.  The difference between these spirits, and ghosts, is that these spirits have not had a means of a choice between heaven and hell.  Some believe they don't have a choice, and are surely damned.  I have some notion that, through me or through what I see through, there will be a choice offered.  Tall tale indeed.  But that might make chasing them off be the less of choices.  As God told me in a dream, if this about man, that death was not preferred... I have some notion that what was given to me was not just for men.  Tall, very tall, tales.

Crazy?  I can see that.  It's certainly possible.  Though men who do the same thing over and over, expecting a different result... which is most of them... are crazier yet.  Don't even get me started on women.  More, none of us has it fully right.  Wouldn't need Christ, salvation, or the rest otherwise.  How crazy?  Hmm, anyone's guess.  I like to think, aside from emotional outbursts from time to time, what I see fits with what I have experienced.  That most haven't experienced such would necessarily lead to doubt.  Even I have a reasonable sum of doubt about what I have seen, thus conclude.  A healthy skepticism, if more trust than not as well.

Anyway, in spite of my efforts and best intents, I may be heading back to bed after just a few hours awake.  Vic's both day and night, Tylenol once or twice a day, as much tea as I can swallow to keep fluids topped and dropped, and a meal or two a day, plus work when I can get it in.  It's all I can do.  And, yet, I will sleep when that calls.  Putting it off slows my recovery, I feel that in my bones.  Good night.

Hmm... I keep thinking if I should post a... well... why not.  Yeah, good night though.  I'll list to the last set, then this set, of music, then hit the dream factory.  Oh, I've been dreaming in spades... I'll try to remember some of them.  Bang bang, her baby shot her down, and other deeds and misdeeds of the Flying Doom Parade.  *poof*