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When as tired as I am, it is difficult to think clearly. After a very good, long, deep sleep, my faculties are more in play. If too, while waking, one of the reasons became clear. My bed here at home is a rock compared to the pillow soft mattress I slept on in my mom's spare room. It beat me up there, getting used to that... and is doing similar in reverse. I much prefer the rock, I am simply not used to it.
More. While I am delighted as cool as it is, that takes me down a peg itself, until I get used to it. As well, weather patterns have been going through, I am changing back to high fats, and the altitude difference. Yeah, add all that to how much work I did and the drive home. I should be exhausted.
I had a dream last night. Someone was praying fiercely, at Satan. I suggested he not bring pride to his prayer, as that was Satan's main attribute, so a great risk to attempt to use against him. The one praying looked my way. Fiercely at first. It so started me, for it was my face. Then the one praying took on a humble visiage, turned forward, and returned to much more gentle prayers, just to God. Ignore the false in prayers, just focus on God?
I also dreamed of speaking with my recently fallen uncle. He was offering cosmic advice. At the end he sealed my memory, telling me this wisdom isn't for now.
So be it. All of it. Good day.
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