Up at 08:30.

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But when did I go to bed?  I just can't remember.  I didn't crash, really.  But, when it was time, it was time.  I don't think I even looked.  Though I must have, as I made sure the alarms were set... six and eight.  I turned off the six'er either the first or second round.  The eight was snoozed out to half after.  It was a mostly good sleep.  I woke to some pain, but it passes as the fog of sleep.

Some dream, about the incoherent babbles of an unborn who isn't human.  Well, not only human.  If... I think.. not a bad thing... one.  And the other children, who will know this one, were able to hear and speak back... babble back... incoherently but happily as well, as with John, in Elizabeth's womb.  John, if you believe, and I do, lept in his mother's women, before he was born, upon meeting Jesus... each in his perspective womb.  So it is with the others, when He babbles in the womb they hear and babble as well.  Incoherent?  Maybe, but not... misunderstood.  By some.

Was I remembering the first time?  Am I seeing today?  Am I hearing from a thousand years in the future.  Or... just dreaming.  With my belief firmly affixed to God, I am not worried.  All things in his time.  It was a very good dream though.  No, it doesn't make me special.  A fly on the wall would hear as much, potentially.  Even belief and faith won't add to anything on my side.  It is what I do, or don't do, with those things.

I can't do much.  I can barely stand.  I could see why some would judge me hellbound.  How can you know and truly believe and yet do nothing?  First, I can't do much.  I have trouble standing for half an hour.  If it is hot, less, before I become woozy.  And that wooziness doesn't pass when I get to a cool spot and sit, refresh on fluid.  I might see stars for days.  So it has been for decades.

On medication, off it, doesn't matter.  I have missed three days of medication in the last nearly two months.  I am three days into the last week of that.  And, yet, the little work I have been doing is causing some sort of extreme exhaustion.  I sit to do dishes, I keep standing to half an hour or less, I avoid getting too warm, or cold.  I eat if I think that will help, even if it means going over calories occasionally.  I do fast, but not often.  Besides, that should actually help.

If my health issues aren't a God thing, certainly my extended life in them is.  There is no other way.  I do what I may, and more.  Ah, but you forget... the widow's mite.  Go, read.  I give more than I can afford, all I have, in my limited way from the limits of my station.  Continue with tossing in fortunes from my perspective.  If you do it for pride, or to be an envy, so be it.  Even if you do it rightly, but it not affect your station at all?  Again, so be it.  I give what I can't.  But, I realize, it never was mine.  Good luck with that.

Ah, I have let the ducks out early.  It isn't really warm, but it isn't very cold.  Cool, in here, but not so much out there... or it didn't feel like it.  I'll do litter after I catch my breath.  I did a little fussing with dishes, but need to set them up for another run, again after I catch my breath.  I have dishes in the sink and tub.  Not much in the sink, just... extras that weren't as bad as what had been the sink dishes.

Today?  Dishes... hopefully every group, at least washed to clean.  Perhaps finished and put up.  A shower and a shave, to be ready tomorrow.  Perhaps sweeping several areas.  And trash collected and out.  When I change litter, I'll see if any of the pans are needing a whole change, though I don't think so.  When there is a permanent bottom layers of wet, that won't clump, I toss the whole thing... after letting them use up the clumping matter on top... unless the smell is too strong, then it all just goes.

I am having cabbage, again, today.  I might not be able to fast, completely, but I can cut it a bit.  Perhaps three or four ounces of the pork roast too.  That and a fatted coffee, to start.  Maybe more cabbage later.  Gotta be careful with cabbage though.  It can run you through, lad... all the way and back again!  Those and prunes 'ill do ya for!  All I'm saying.  Later.