Even overcast.

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Despite it pretty much being lightly, but fully, overcast, it is still 90 out there.  As mentioned before, if the clouds break, it could climb much higher, quickly.  I got to the rabbits.  They are looking good.  Feed, water, some minor attention, and always a bit of talking.  Even though I felt like my knees were going to buckle.

Was it the heat?  Am I tired from slightly overdoing and not getting enough sleep, or food?  I don't know.  I just know a minor breeze might have knocked me down, or so it seemed.  No worries, I'd just get up and get going again, when I could.  I don't get to die.  At least, one way or another, dream or real, I have lived... a beautiful life.  If beauty isn't always what some think it is.  I have seen and done, gone to limits and then some, known, tested, and discovered enough to know to realize I know nothing.  And suspect the smartest people out there have finally realized just the same.  

Every true discovery, at this point, simply testifies to our ignorance, not our knowledge.  Only small people cling to the notion that we know, or even probably can know.  We either choose the moral, the true, the beautiful, and life, or... we deny that for some digital code that would magically make us all the same.  Seek truth and be humbled by it so as to worship it and the rest of it, ignorantly.  Or... seek to own something, as an ant could own a human, and be crushed by it sooner or later.  Amen.

No worries.  I wrestled, as any giant ant would, with this... thing... the aspect of which I sought as truth.  With, and at, and often, to this day.  A laughter which at once caused great troubles, but which now offers great mirth.  As any son, when his father laughs for the child's great efforts or attempts to emulate.  Wearing shoes I can't even, yet, see clearly.  As with Christ's sandals.  Somehow, though, also expected to don such items and be a man.  I pray you get there.

Not much else, but I plan on watering the side yard tonight.  And, then, hopefully, getting to bed earlier.  As soon as it is mostly dark enough... and likely to stay that way, I'll get that to start.  I think I only have one area to hit.  Though, then, I will set up the sprinkler up front, for it's next hit.  If I will be hitting the areas more frequently, I will be hitting them for shorter, much shorter, periods.  About fifteen minutes a section, three times a week.  If I can keep up.

Tomorrow I am hoping to gather midsized log lengths and get them back to an area where they will be stacked.  And begin going through what is already back there, stacking that on cinder blocks.  I am hoping I can get to it early, while still cool.  A few hours out there is all I expect.  But, maybe, several such efforts every other day?

Pinned, but planning, trying, figuring things out.  I may be stuck, for the rest of my life.  But even that won't keep me from planning my escape.  Later.