Sleep will just sort itself.

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I went down a bit after 17:00.  It was quick, but not such a crash that I couldn't have posted.  The 'day' and it's end were so flat, bland, that there simply wasn't anything to write.  Sleep was good, and seemed deeper.  I suspect sleeping when it is too light is as much a part of things as the unusual warmth this time of year... at least it seems unusually warm.  I get the sense that some parts of the states are in for truly dangerous cold.  I wouldn't want to be in some areas even with my nature.

It's too late to be out tinkering on the machine, lights or no.  Respecting neighbors' needs is just common good will.  Plus uncouth oaths carry too easily at night.  While I have attempted such efforts without, and sometimes go without... it's not a safe bet.  Like a sailor.  I don't think it is taught, or can be untaught, though flaw, gift, or a natural part of battling metal, bolts, angles, mass, and else is... unknown to me.

In prayers and dreams, a wounded right pride went in search of a way to combat several sins and flaws.  Mocked, for such brazen attempts, I was told by a voice not a stranger to my ears.  Already mocked, rightly and wrongly, so another barb or three on that means better penance if anything, which is a path to rightousness, so of no negative concern said I.  Love watching him squirm.  Still, my initial hope that greater humility might be the path didn't hold up.  More humility will be sought, but that will be a slowly hard won resource.  When I woke, like a right present under a right Christmas tree, a video which held promise, and a word frozen back in time now come back.  Compunction.


Many words, as I study, are going from dusty shadows of recollection, theories, and generalities to be sharpened, defined in a living way, and then it is hoped to be made living through my flesh.  So very different from simply becoming words for which mere intellectual understanding and acquaintance allows one to meddle.  Even so, my understandings and obviously application will be, in some, many, cases be as weak as a fawns legs first let to ground.  Perhaps there is hope that, as the fawn, a miraculous speed to fuller function may be had.

I truly wish there were mentors in the faith.  Then again, the church seems to have dropped generations and is showing little interest in people, the hierarchy becoming an earth-first organization.  Don't even think I am just talking about the church remnants I roughly claim.  Whether your leadership is honest with you are not, you are considered part of the problem, not the solution, and that won't change until governments and billionaires stop being the main incomes.  Check.

Hmm?  At least I am neither overly tired or sore today, tonight, this morning, whatever.  It is the best wake, that way, in weeks?  I think so.  I don't know if I will get to much, may nap in a bit in hopes of making it to the post. Ugh?  Almost.  *smile*