Better than anticipated, rememberd.

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Yes, the beef was rather done.  As mentioned, in a moist way.  Even so, it was tasty.  I had two helpings.  Peas and beats beside.  I didn't have butter, for their preparation, but I did have cream.  It works pleasantly enough, in a pinch.  That and a smaller dose of straight kefir.  It was a rather pleasant meal.  Sam received some of the beef, and maybe some of the cream if she wanted it.  Sassy, too, possibly.

I am waiting until about 13:30 to start making calls.  As to dishes?  I just don't know.  I may get in and at least give things a first shot.  I have the last of the beef to put up.  Oh, and the soufflé casserole should be cool enough to store as well.  So tired... worn... both?  Well worth what has been done.  I am hoping  for more, if a few slow days between now and then.

Something seems so strange out there.  It's like the world is, slowly, just... shutting down.  All the games, politics, drugs, fame and fortune, wealth... it's a... coming to some strange end.  It seems even those who wanted darkness and evil are reconsidering, backing down, even if they aren't changing they are less careless in some strange way.  It's like they are realizing, exactly, just what the cost is.  Odd.

It's just something I am sensing.  So?  So I pray.  Some can still find salvation.  Some can still let go of pride.  I still don't think this is the end.  But there is something changing.  I just can't absolutely tell what it is.  Death is preparing to ride, and strife and war.  But even that is half-hearted.  It's more just going through motions, a dress rehearsal.  But, some will lose.

Something is definitely in the air.  But for the sheep, it's like they don't care.  It is sinners and saints who... feel it, and have some... concern, wonder, maybe awe.  The sheep will just yawn and go back to sleep?  Or will they awaken?  I just can't tell.  I am praying, more often.  Even just a little prayer when I sense something, or when I see something, or... when I don't... a worse sensation than you can know, for one who sees often and long.  Blinded, but by what?

Could... just be stress.  From working, moving the day around, and such.  I just don't think so.  It's been building for a while.  I have been quiet because I just... can't see.  And it's as if all my tools of sight are closed.  From dreams to this, to that, to other things.  Closed, mostly.  Though being closed offers more of a hint of something big than seeing something big.

Well... I should get food put up, then see if dishes can be attended even if lightly.  Good day.