What can you say sometimes?

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I called my mother.  She had a tough one.  Her dog has been killed.  He must have been three to five years old now?  Not a pup.  I hadn't thought this was an issue.  Then again, just once seems to be enough.  Without a plan, he chased a vehicle... and caught it.  She is rough and not much to say or do.  Just let them know you love them.  Let them talk.  At times I have been less understanding.  Now, with two young ladies of my own, and the fear that comes with attachments... I understand.  Did he see?  Did he make it happen?  One prays not.  If it is difficult to not believe the former.  Too many times and things.

See too much.  Still, not sure if I am the seer or the ghost, if one who will not die?  Or do I just see what I wish... in a way?  Could I be both?  Questions.  Those are all I have, mostly.  If you have answers I am all ears.  Though I have noticed none leave so much as a note of late.  Probably wise in a worldly way.  I still wonder if seeing, at least the future, makes it so?  Though, recently I saw a major event.  It didn't happen.  I think they are watching, and when I say "boo", they jump into action.  Perhaps they prevented it... for a while.  It is coming.  Big.  Event.  I wonder if that will even affect the churches taking bribes from the state and billionaires in their anti-American actions?  Doubtful.  Because money.  Root of all evil.  More money, more evil.  It'll burn going down.

One hour after dinner, blood sugar is 181.  Not bad, even had an ear of corn.  Will check in another hour, then, perhaps, sometime after... 23:00?  Yeah.