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Can't always get to one, can't always trust them, but when they work they do wonders. I woke around 4:00 this morning, started considering a nap about 10:00, not sure when I got in there... I think shortly after considerations. It was after 13:00 when I woke, probably closing in on 14:00. A little longer than I prefer for naps, yet, not a bad thing.
I checked the temp earlier, and it was initially sub 40F. I must admit, I was a bit disheartened. I also worried about my plants. Checking after the nap the weather has improved a goodly bit, being slightly north of 60F. It made me want to get out and do things. Being Easter I just... wouldn't. I should be in church. I simply could not make it. I've been doing, even as little as I am doing, more than my body is ready to do and by a longshot. A day off, and a holy day, and a holy of holy days, no, I'll... worship, as I may. There is hope I can dig more and deeper and find my way back, at least a bit more often. Confession... I need to do that first. Yes, yes, it's... always on my mind. I miss the Eucharist in ways you may not understand... now that I know it won't... harm me. Or, not in the wrong way. Some things need harmed, in a twisted way.
Ah, a shower shortly. I don't think God would have any problem with that. Perhaps a bath later. I know, but, on days where I am not working, and given some givens, getting extra clean when possible is a joy. Soaking can also loosen what I have been over-ratcheting, both a goodness on it's own and a preparation for a new week. I think these little endeavors please my Lord. A joy in work, a joy in suffering, and some of the humility of scrubbing a floor on all fours, I think. Especially for one such as I, if I learned such things from better men... and women.
I hope your Easter is blessed. May family be present, food be good, prayer, thought, and some ease from other forms of life be yours to enjoy. Such a thing to have God who loves us even this much, right over our... ways. Be well, hopeful, faithful, and charitable.
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