Finally getting to bed.

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I just couldn't sleep.  It was a good night.  No, I didn't game, or for long.  A few hours, I have put limits on that.  If, too, I have limits.  Just... getting old.  I mostly browsed the web, a very small circle of places.  I... just got lost doing nothing, really.  I couldn't find my way out or down.  I couldn't have slept anyway.

The hand is doing better.  Not bad, as I had my full 280ish pounds being held, as it turned out, by the pinky and next finger over.  That had to stretch things out in there.  It still hurts, in odd ways, from time to time, or if that area even accidentally brushes up against something.  I would wrap it if I thought I could?  But, might not be the best play either, so... I'll just let it go.

Everything else is a bit sore, but not terribly painful.  A second load of aspirin, just to help with sleep, and to perhaps help me stay asleep.  Just in case.  The odd thing?  I think some of the rips in my skin have already partly healed.  Impossible, right?  I know.  But I saw the tears.  I looked over the area carefully.  Those bolts up there are sharp, they bit as I went down.  About a quarter, maybe an half, of those, are healed somehow.  Crazy, but honest, true.  No, God doesn't do that.  I mean, He could.  He just... doesn't.  And I don't think Satan can.  Not that one's area.  At all.

Oh, not sure why she keeps showing up, but... she does.  And this one I wished to share.  If it's not your thing, so be it.  But this is not only one of my favored people, women, it is also a favored topic.  As suggested, through my poverty.  This is an area I, at the least, must stretch to... even see, let alone do.  Now, mind you, humility is more a... tool.  For some it may be an end.  I don't mean it's a thing to fake, but living fully humbly is to become a door mat.  No, absolutely no, offense intended.  But, it isn't an absolute end for all, nor should it be.  However, there are aspects of it which can be accepted at all times, if ones dare.  Yielding, to islam, for example, as a Catholic, is not acceptable, as an example.  But there... is much to choose from, and to know.  And, within reason, to accept.  So, I share.

Anyway, on to bed.  Good... night... and day.