Oh, I think it is bedtime.

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Drats!  I need to do final chores.  As well, I want that nighttime shower, and some time to air dry a bit before sleep.  I hate going to bed too wet.  And, after being clean today, I really want to go to bed clean tonight.  Rabbit food is set up, duck food is filled, right, and mixed.  I'll do waterers as well, tonight, so everything is ready in the morning.  Plus, refresh the water for the cats tonight.  They absolutely love fresh water.

I am sorely tired... the heart.  I think I can do these last bits, if I do them in a paced measured manner.  No rushing, pushing, shoving.  Just... a gentle steady go at it.  Muscles no longer burn, lungs are good again, just the heart.  Sleep will ease it back into place.  If it doesn't, pray for the peace of my soul in the next area.  I would be grateful.

You probably don't know how many people I pray for, who have moved on.  From my last step father, to Kord, a few cousins... minus one who had been being prayed for more recently... as I believe she made it.  Cousins, friends, people I knew, people I really didn't like... then.  Odd how, over time, even those not liked... once... or not appreciated... something changes.  I pray, generally, for those in purgatory.  I do.  I've been there.  I suffer for them as well.  But, beyond that, I pray.  No one was praying for me, and I'm... not sure moving along is possible without it.  I suppose general prayers might help.  But so slowly.  I name many.

Though, I tell you, I do not fear death.  I fear the Lord, rightly, not in doubt.  Nor do I fear life.  I don't mind living in His name, or dying in or for it.  Even when it hurts.  The pain can be gifted, and is useful.

I best get to things.  Good night, sleep well, dream boldly... terribly or wonderfully.  Amen.