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The road to nowhere leads to whom?


Right.  It leads to no-one, Nemo.  That I realized long ago, and keep bumping into.  That isn't the problem as I learned, but a step in the equation.  To find oneself at Nemo's door should beg the question, if not me then who.  A short painful seeking of truth will lead to a, initially, devastating truth.  That door, when you realize it isn't you, and if not you even just for you as no-one else will do, leads to God, thus the Holy Spirit Ghost and Christ Jesus, and finally the cross upon which you must once and for all lose yourself to become who you really are... or to turn away to become the living dead.

Oh, to work.  Took a bit to wake, until 9:00.  Then I checked the other sink drain.  All good, so I set up the first batch, collecting the rest, mostly, for after.  Cats.  Something about food.  Right.  Which meant finding and unboxing a new group of cans, and setting that up.  Oh, then litter.  I missed yesterday and it showed, must have been an unusually busy day for both of them.  Then on to beginning in the L-hall.  Mostly tool kits, but also sacks and cat food boxes.  Ugh.

Dishes are soaking, recycling has been managed, much of the fiddly part of the hall has been hit, now for a break.  Next a load of dishes and then the hall.  If that goes well, swift, beside setting the dishes to a rinse and next set for soapy soak, clearing the bathroom floor and bailing the tub again.  We'll see how much per shot.  I... think it'll move along well enough today.  Later.