They sure pick them.

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A dream last night.  I found an ancient, by US standards, Catholic church.  Irish as hell.  They accepted me easily, strangely.  Some sort of construction project was underway.  They were drilling from the fourth or fifth story to what seemed the eighth or tenth subfloor basement or catacombs.  Something about getting water from a holy spring up to a new font, wanting no bends... a straight shot.

I ended up travelling with some men, younger bachelors.  I learned of their ways.  Catholicism is... not... one notion.  It is all of the various faiths prescribed by the Magisterium, bible, doctors of the church, under guidance of the apostolic ascension.  And, really, each diocese, even individual church, monastery, or other institution, can have variance... great variance.  This church was certainly... different.  Much looser in many ways.  Then again nearly everybody was at least fourth cousins and to everybody.  A bit of laxity was from familiarity.

While I, mostly, accidentally led the lads astray, it wasn't too far off.  Nothing confession was needed to address.  However I was able to find a confessor and do this rite.  For care's sake, I did include my... near sin earlier.  The father just shook his head, said they would likely have had a sip anyway.  They look for a way out of confession.  He knew who despite my only having discussed my part, carefully excluding their or time details.  It was a good dream.
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Then I noted someone(s) was looking through old music posts, so I followed.  It all made sense.  They were variations of my recent posts.  Including what I would call the culmination of pre to post dark side.  It isn't poetic, it isn't proverbial.

I wonder though, do they know who she is?

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Blood sugar went up quite a bit.  Not so much that I will stop having the mug cakes.  I won't double the recipe again.  A 159 read at a thirty two jump, isn't the end of the world.  It did, at over 150, require 10 cc's.  And it stung the ego... that last a good thing. Humility is... a struggle.  Still, it's okay.  And my final read for the day is 116, bringing my running average to 177.  It is good, getting there.

Good night.