So very cold!

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I had been fine, lately.  Not today.  I am absolutely freezing.  It isn't even all that cold outside... or wasn't?  It's just above freezing, so... not really all that bad.  I don't know.  I added extra layers, missing one as a shower is still in the hoping.  Then again, replaced it with only a slightly less warm option, plus turned the heat up.  It doesn't compute.  Ah... probably the moisture.  No... it's reading 37% humidity... at least indoors.  But when it's wet outside, and above freezing, that moisture seems to get right into the bones... carries on every breeze, creeps through even layers of clothes.

Freezing.  Toe hurting type of cold.  Even have a warmer jacket on.  Finger are cold.  Blarmy.  A hot fatted tea or coffee, or two... would be good.  I'll get on that.

Oh... someone is trying to signal... something.  I had heard of this, just... hadn't... thought... things through.  Okay, yea, I hear you.  True?  I don't know.  I only write what I saw.  I don't even always consider... everything... all the way through.  I don't think any more about some of what I perceive, or do, or whatnot... than I think abut putting on my boots, or brushing my teeth, or such.  It just happens, and I seem to be roughly involved.

But... yea.  Actually, you frightened me.  Not so much the potential facts, but where they seem to point.  I won't claim any such thing, only noting that when you point, I look where you are pointing...  Then again, that is the goal in life.  At least my life.  Still, the... suddenness of it... caught me off guard, spun me around well, and... yes... frightened me.

Often to visit the dead and dying?  Though.... more... too.

Some see death as a bane.  Often it is not.  Especially for the blessed.  Good to help them on their way, if it is their time.  Never can tell who it was, always.  Odd that.  Not the point, though.  Not that I recommend seeking death, only... when it is time, to let go.  It's hard on the family, etc, but... without pain of loss, how would you know love, or what it was or means?  Amen.

Seeing through the glass darkly?  It is not how I see, but what I see, sometimes.

Happy?  Quite.  Even if I see you in such a way.  You'll... see... in time.  Hopefully.

Oh, but it does cause a start.  I didn't... realize...  I had heard some things, but had never quite connected that to this.  Someone obviously thinks so, or maybe.  You can... stop leaving hints, I... get it.  I will say a prayer for you, us, and them.  Those who see, those who are seen, and those who watch even the children of the watchers?  Was it as spooky for you as it was for me?  Hmm...  I just don't know.

It's why I write.  So I can get things that bother me out of my mind.  Or... figure, sort, store... if mostly just to remove so I can move on.  To frighten me like that, though...  A living saint would be a terrible thing... move mountains and things... believe me.  Though to be sanctified, then to fall?  It's why saints are only given such when dead.  Spooky.

More than a dream?  Perhaps.  I... hadn't thought it such until these.  Terrifying.