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Beautifully brutal.  I got the trash and cat litter dealt with, then nap crashed.  I, until the last post, couldn't steer to either, heading right for the middle.  An empty crash was becoming likely, perhaps bad enough to ruin my day schedule.  It happens.  I think posting saved my bacon.  Part of why I do it.

Doing the work allowed me to get in and nap before it became too late.  Which allowed me to be awake in time to realize some things had been missed, things which really needed to go.  The nap helped enough that the work , little as it seems to you, was easy enough for me.

Now, ribs are grilling.  As well as squash.  Squash?  It is an experiment.  This is an acorn squash.  I have another and a butternut (if memory serves) for grill trials.  A shower and hopefully shave this time is next.  Then?  Feeling much better.  Dealing with the trash and the nap, combined, soothed what was ailing me.

The squash was quite good.  I think if one avoids burning the skin or drying it out too much, you can't lose.

Strange music has been haunting, without... effort, of thought or action on my part.  Brewing an exposition and response, maybe separate or a mixed two part post.  So little energy, even for the things I love to do.  Love?  I... am not sure I love noticing patterns, then attempting to carve thoughts from them, it is simply what I do... almost a need, only sometimes, in the kinder and gentler themes, usually, is the work a joy.  Those are rare moments, as reality here and now is harsh and will only get worse until He returns, and then some.  In part it is why I played sudoku regularly and with intensity.  Sharpens pattern recognition.

Later.