Still awake.

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Some hopes.  Not much else will probably be done.  Chores, maybe a bit of laundry?  A shower.  Dishes?  Some of those, maybe but probably not all of those.  Chores have to be done.  The rest need to be done, are desired.  The main goal is to stay awake until early afternoon at least, perhaps to mid afternoon.

Actually, trash needs to get gathered and be put out.  If I am awake to midafternoon, I'll leave it.  If I roll beyond that, I will put it to the curb before bedtime.  Though I will set the alarms, even if I go to bed at midafternoon, definitely if bedtime is later.  I really should get a shower in, then hit chores.

I did call my mother today.  She asked for a call every other day, and begum, she'll get it.  She didn't answer, but that is often the case.  Turns out she was speaking with her sister, her youngest sibling.  I got to hear about that conversation.  Hmm, I need to get her and my last uncle's phone numbers.  I haven't spoken with them in some time.  They are two of the four, I knew best.

She, last week, was asked by another lady, to go to church.  And, she is going again this week.  Funny, I was going to ask her about that.  In a serious way.  Anyway, since she is going, I asked her to say a little prayer for me.  Just to remember me to Father, no favors or grants or reliefs needed.  Though, any troubles He might see Himself helping with would be appreciated.  He... knows what they are.

I also told her, if I passed first, in spite of my hopes and prayers, that she pray for my soul.  I would do the same for her.  I was just thinking, the last few days, how many souls I do pray for.  Family, friends, loves, and others.  If you die, and I find out about it, I will pray for you.  And, for what it is worth, offer some of my pain for your relief, specifically.  If you are in heaven, you won't mind.  If you are in hell, you'll probably be told, to no good.  If you are in purgatory, you will be eternally grateful.

So many souls receive prayers, and pain offerings.  I can't give what God does, but I can give what I have.  A strange reason to live, but there is that.  A well of pain, from whence to gift the suffering.  It is hoped.  Especially those I have hated, or wanted dead, or who deserve worse in my eyes.  Oddly, those I pray for the more.  There are none I would wish hell upon.  And, if in a last moment, a sinner could repent, enough to be forgiven?  I'd be more than good with that.  I know one who did just that.

It got down to 36, perhaps cooler as the sun was well up before I checked.  I don't think it froze.  Even with it being that warm, a freeze would still have been on the plants.  It was just a heavy due, or even remnants of rain.  But it was water, and sparkled like jewels.  It seems to be warming.  The storm has broken, the sun is out.  There is some wind, or heavy breeze, but bringing what seems to be a warmth.  It's a beautiful day.  I just wish I could be out and enjoy it.

Well, best get to something.  I am thinking, as well, shirred eggs.  With broccoli, deli meat, onion garlic and coriander powders, plus salt fresh cracked pepper and cheese.  After the shower, after chores... and I am hungry, so I should get to it.  Good morning and day.  I'll save good night for later, if I make it.

Oh... but first?  Something which... makes me question some things.

Though, seriously, I need to do some shopping.

Been hankering for this, or something like it, for a long time now.  And the weather is perfect for it.  Just wish I had someone else to feed.  Later or, maybe but hopefully not, good night.