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I don't know when. No clue. Not sure when I woke. Ducks and cats have been fed and watered, teeth brushed, and fresh tea set. But, depending on how fast or slow I am going, that all can take five minutes or an hour. Yeah, I can go that slow. I have no scale of time currently. I need sunshine to... break from darkness induced spring doldrums.
I woke in glorious pain. I had to push through it to function. I might have screamed in agony a few times, but that would merely have exacerbated the headache. Besides, even when extreme pain catches me off guard, I have learned suffering in absolute silence is usually best. Rarely will those who come running be there to help. It has all mostly passed, if a handful of aspirin along with evening medicine was gulped.
Surprisingly, I have been keeping on medication in an exemplary fashion, even through massive harsh irregular uncontrollable shifts in my sleep patterns. Same with brushing and the critters. Keeping up with the cats, their needs and some wants, was my first real steps out of my grave. That is what cemented my theory that life is only truly understood through service... service to others.
With only barely a breath of a breeze of life which should be a gale it was a test, serving the girls, leaving enough to handle my basic needs. I have almost come back to life. With the ducks, I now have... get?... to face the elements. I have more to do as well. Life, success, health, what of it can be known, only derives from service. The more pure, the higher the quality of those things created.
Christ said these things. And I learned them, philosophically. It wasn't until I was crippled below the civil poverty line, and have had to learn to even walk, talk, listen, hear, even see again, then try to go from there, that I have learned the physical application of that truth.
It is what is missing, often, in this world. So many attempt to steal these things, simply becoming bankrupt by choking on me'ism. The sad thing is, if you choose to serve simply, truly, purely, even for a cripple living enormously humbly, life is quite good. Only a right wife could improve it, if she walks the same truth... if in the feminine way. Love. That. Walk. ; p
Oh, an auto may be in. Right price, stick, age, with remaining factory warranty? Mileage? I'll be in to see it soon. It's a Chevy, which does cause concern. I'll... look at the specs and all. It may do. Or not. It is cause for excitement. Cautious excitement. We will see.
Oh, I do chatter. Good day and later.
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