Good, yet bad in odd ways.

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Remember that rain I... smelled the other day?  It finally arrived, last night, I think.  Early in the fresh dark.  It is, or was, raining into the morning.  A reasonable soaking.  I... was it a physical scent, or site scent?  I don't always know.  I wonder if they still laugh when, by logic, they know it will not rain, or snow.  And fire in the snow is way out?  I do?  Couldn't be, I say to myself.  Yet, timidly, humbly as possible, I write.

Sleep was good.  It just hasn't cooled off inside all that much.  At 71° inside, only down to 69° last night.  I had to use both ac's to get 68° upstairs at night, but opened it up this morning, just using fans.  Outside is 64°.  I am not sure if that is up or down.  It was nearly 90° yesterday.  I checked through the evening and morning, but short term memory is on the fritz.

Not a bad day, but short term memory to a few pains, a foggy mind, and a consuming exhaustion have me battling just to stay awake.  Perhaps food will help.  The ducks were fed and let out to play.  One hen had not been laying.  She gave one today.  I am grateful for what they give.  The girls have had little sorted and been fed.  They, like me, seem extra sleepy today.  The dark and sudden cool does that.

Food, a nap, then work?  I hope.  If church isn't open, get a few prayers said for all and sundry.  If you get in, say a short prayer in my name?  It'll do you as much good as me.  But... what about the warnings, Doom?  As with any war, it's when the times tough when the tough get going.  It is on the cross you earn your bona fides, not by avoiding toils.  Good day.