Naps can help.

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After, right after, the last post, I think, I saw a need and opportunity for a nap.  Took it.  Usually two hours, as was this one.  Some nights, even naps, are so full of dreams it scarcely seems I could have slept.  Sometimes I don't feel rested, or as rested as could be hoped.  Being perpetually exhausted for thirty years means the sense of feeling rested is by very small comparative degrees, as if in vision I had monochrome versus most people having effectively a infinite color palette.  Anyway.  While I did wake beter rested, I also woke with so many dreams and thoughts on my mind that I simply couldn't put anything together, mutter something to the effect, to God, that I have limits.  If He wishes understanding that He must be patient and His messengers must be ordered.  For some reason I sensed it was from God.

Awake, better rested, if with no idea what that was about.  I changed the wash water and ran the last fresh water through to clean the brewer, and then put the laundry through a tumble to freshen before changing out.  Then this.  It might not be all that interesting.  And yet, perspective.  There isn't any health to work with, it is almost all will.


Oh, still Christmas.  So, yeah, you might have guessed, more music.  This will be the last for the year.  I hope you have enjoyed.  Yes, over time, I have listened to each.  Later.