A strange... everything.

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Dreaming, last night.  And not.  It feels more as if I actually went somewhere and find myself unable to remember... as clearly as I want, should.  A good trip.  Cordial, folks or... and... other beings... creatures... were there.  Good food, pleasant music, and not just on the surface.  It was good from presentation to application and right through to intent.

If I had to say, I would guess I visited saints and angels, beyond the veil.  A simple cordial affair.  A meal, conversation, and simple association.  As with no lying from my favored previous trip across the veil of tears, I will sorely miss this sort of companionship.  It is rare, and never pure, here.  Even family hold grudges, have ulterior motives, and conceil much.

Wait until you see what it is to meet men with no ravenous wolf just under their skin.  I have eyes to see that, and the lack of it.  It... reminds me of some things my Lord said.  It also brings shame to some of my doubts.  Perhaps not for here, now, but in the long run... or, in truth.

It makes me... He must truly have been loving, forgiving, to have walked here, seen as I see, and not destroyed all.  I am from darkness.  He is from light. I am not surprised or dismayed by all I have known.  How could He not be?  Potent mojo.  It is He, and these, who surprise me.  A gift, so that my faith can withstand what comes next?
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I am not sure when I went to bed.  It was definitely after 17:30, but may have been two or three hours later.  I ate cream of wheat for breakfast... supper actually.  I looked at the carbs after.  Oh well.  I could feel my body heating up, so figured blood sugar was shot.  I checked first thing.  At 165 it is thirty points better than my best read in at least a month or two?  Crazy.  I had thought it was 191 yesterday fasting, but it was 195... in case you read yesterday, did the math, and find yourself confused.

Almost no work was done yesterday.  Just couldn't.  The list remains.  I will do what is possible.  Maybe more if that may not be much.  Best feed the girls.  Sometimes they need more than two feeds a day.  I have learned to tell the difference between lazy begging and need... their eyes... when truly needing their eyes become... bright.  Their attention becomes laser focused too.  And, let go too long, they become... dangerous... to each other and to me.  I'll... split an extra can between them for the next few days.  Must be out of mice.  *rictus grin*

Later.