Not as late as yesterday?

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I can't remember, but I think it's earlier.  Before 13:00, maybe an half hour earlier?  I can't be absolutely sure how much earlier, just a bit at least.

Dark, out, still.  At 44, it is dry.  It does look like it rained not too long ago.  Rain?  Sprinkles?  Snow?  All possible.  Given that it is 36% humidity (indoors) and 44 F, whatever hits won't last.  If the ground doesn't drink it, the air will, and quickly.  The ducks are out, fed, and getting fresh water.  I'll get the rabbits in a bit.  An half hour or so.  I can only do just so much.

Pains today?  Kidneys, ribs, and a few seeming organ outlines... as if electricity is dancing around a few spots in there.  Similar to the winces one gets after wind sprints, a sort of painful tickle, when trying to catch the breath in that first week or two after a lazy summer.  The pains are worse, but far fewer.  It's... a better day.  I never did take anacin or tylenol.  Today?  I'll procrastinate.  If it hurts later, maybe.

Dreams.  Some of myself, some real, some not so much, some of other people... or... people I have been?  Well, in dreams?  Who knows.  All I know is that time does not pass the same in dreams as it does in real life.  Or I would be sixty years older than when I went to sleep, just from two of the dreams, just last night.  Coming out of those long dreams, the whole world seems... off.  Things I remembered from 'that life' just don't make sense in this one.  Even a few nations over and a century back.

If those dreams have any truth to them, it is interesting to realize how naïve people have been, and when compared with my life, still are.  Just... to each their own in that regard.  I am very innocent in some regards, very... knowing in others.  Even on the same topic, say... sexuality.  Some things I know would make even another grown man blush.  Some things other men know would still get to me.  

Although, I have a suspicion we tailor our ignorance to our tastes, faith, and such.  If we want certain women or types of females to be innocent, we create blinders to keep them that way, even in our mind.  Oh, well, women... choose to believe in certain men, as well.  And will gladly wear blinders and ignore else.  I see much, too much?  Some say.

I wish I could hold all as innocent.  There are limits.  I have seen far too much.  But, what I can do, is see all as capable of innocence, even eventually holiness.  All people.  I just, too, know all are not people.  Not even all two-legs are people.  Alone, or as a mob, organized or not, people aren't capable of good... or evil.  Not... fully.  Evil isn't capable of being perfect, and good in perfection requires the divine.  So... here we are.  Which, however, do you want?  Make your choice and head that way, knowing you can't reach it.  Humility, in the approach, is required.  Then it's a matter of finding what will allow you to reach it and... making the effort to do or know or be with what or who will get you there.

Later.