A good, if strange, sleep.

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Down late.  I had trouble making it to 18:30, then couldn't go down until 23:30 to 00:30?  Something.  If I miss one window, another might not arrive for a while.  Sleep has been wonderful, since I have bedding sorted, washed, set up better, and am dressing a bit more warmly on top of it.  Fewer creaky aches, from cold knees, and else from cold feet or arms.  Life is better that way.

I don't know if you remember the struggle, relearning to sleep on the floor?  Oh, that was brutal.  But, it has proven well worth it.  I suppose, as we get older, learning or relearning things is... difficult.  Especially when a bit of comfort seems to be being surrendered.  Now, it is so comfortable to sleep on the floor.  Plus, waking and getting up keeps strength of some sort a bit more accessible.

The ducks were let out first thing.  I had to break a plate of ice, perhaps three quarters of an inch thick, and remove it from the pool this morning.  Even so, Thor hopped in for a bath this morning.  Henry, after.  Herc and several of the ladies bathed last night, but it was a lot warmer last night.  Those ducks have... brass clankers... with heaters in them.  :)

Since the breeds are separating, and slightly territorial, I am putting out two pans of food in the morning.  And, to get them out of the hutch quicker, I combine the food into one, at night, then cover the pan with food with the pan without food, so they can't eat.  But put that in with them, to keep mice out.  It mostly works.  As the muscovys eat mice, if they can see and catch them.  Yum!  Okay, not quite my idea of gourmet, but I am happy to let them do them.

The girls have had a snack.  Next I'll do their litter, then feed them more righteously.  Sassy is sitting on the back of my chair, letting me know... it's time.  Like a girlcat vulture!  Sam has yeowled.  Though, that might be because it is too cool?  Right.  I will turn the heat up, get their litter cleaned... been doing very well with that lately, then feed them canned food.  Makes them quite happy, and sleepy.

Oh, right, the night... inside of the pleasant sleep.  In music, as usual.  If the first one is too scary for you, the next two... one... should be okay.  The last one is... prophetic?  If you know fear and not faith, avoid the first and last.  Maybe.  Hmm... perhaps skip the music altogether.  Yeah, without faith, fear will eat you, and these will too.

Just... senses from the dreams.  Dreams?  Who ever knows.  Not replications, but the senses are there.

I traveled.  I do travel.  Sometimes.  Far.  Unlike visiting hell, this I can't remember.

But to there and back.  I... do remember.  Remember?

It sure... reminds me of my sight.  And, though I can see, I can't... always see everything.  But this?  This I see.  One way or another, significant change is upon us.  Heaven is coming down, or we will let it slip our grasp... be stolen.  Not the heaven, only what might be allowed here and now.  Or hell, have no doubt.  Though... there is always some notion that having isn't holding.  Be careful, treachery is bountiful.  Don't hold fear, give that to God, and do your duty.

Pagan?  Not seen rightly.  Remember, in myth, Zeus was born.  He did not see all time.  Only one mythos, similarly presented, suggests such a One has seen all time.  And, He is the God of all things.  Even, in one aspect, that of the Holy Spirit, as with the ruler of lessor messengers, He is a Messenger... the Messenger.  For how else would the apostles have even known with Whom they traveled?  Watch your tongue!

What does it mean?  It means the choice that is yours has been made.  Now others have choices.  Not that... choice is ever once and done.  Just... now machinations of your actions, creations, and will, now cook to a final... temporary... result.  Might need some goosing.  There will be... difficulties.  But... it's... coming.  If you have faith, keep it.  Hope too.  And Charity, the greatest of these.  Pray, as well.  But... that isn't the end or all.  You'll... know what to do.  Amen.