.
Three little batches of laundry have been set to soak. Have I switched
laundry batches? If not, I will. Cats were fed... need to hit
their litter. Bleh. A few other bits and pieces. Oh, I will
set up trash while doing litter and maybe laundry. Nothing else to eat,
for a bit. Could have kefir, but I want that later. Could do a
little treat, but... cream cheese would have to be warm. I... may set
that out.
Definitely will use a hand mixer or better. I'm not going to struggle that hard for that little. Too many calories, I know. But, for now, until I am fat acclimated, I
need the extra. And I need a bit extra if it gets cold, or dark, or
else... to push through... at least in my current state.
Someone has visited, and yea... music. Oh, this music is...
potentially... more to your liking. What are they saying,
suggesting. Sure, I get it. In one sense. Are they saying to
be ready? Check. Win, lose, or draw, we always have to be
ready. Am I fully ready? Living on my own means, no. There
is no way to keep alert 24/7. Other than that, and within my conditions,
yes.
Though, as I have mentioned on other sites? Remember when Jesus
suggested that, if not armed, that you sell your cloak and buy arms?
Yea? Well, while I suspect... by the skill it takes to loose an ear from
a man, that they not only purchased such items, but they trained and had
practical experience with said implements. And, yet, what happened to
every one of them, from Christ to even the Baptist, to all save one of the
disciples? A bloody damned end, that's what. So... in a way,
worry. In another sense? Don't.
Do what you can and must until that option isn't available. Then
pray. But... don't worry about it.
Ah, right, music. If, as mentions, I... don't get it all.
Recognition or scourging?
Some from the feminine. Most not. I see patterns, I don't
necessarily understand them.
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