Overcast.

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Now the wind has picked up.  Constant, but with rather heavy gusts?  Very... strange.  This is supposed to be summer.  Once it hit summertime, usually, that is that.  It flattens, hunkers down, and the world cooks.  Just a week or two in, and we are getting weather, of a different sort?  Strange.

Not much I could, or would, do.  Especially not currently.  It's bedtime.  The drank went down like liquid gold, hit every note of thirst quenching possible, and life is good for it.  I'll have to take the last dose of pill medicine when I wake.  For it is far too early to take a second dose.  With sleep off, I can only do what I can do with that.  But I will get insulin in.  Just slow acting.  I won't be eating until I wake, or some point well after.

On to bed.  Some prayers, for folk, near and far, healthy and ill, mistaken, foolish, and wise.  You know who you are.  Save those who have no clue, nor seeming care in the world.  If you really didn't have a care in the world, though, I... wouldn't have to pray for you.  You'll... get that, when you get it.  God be with you.  Me too.  I... don't even know what day it is.  Or date.  And my mind isn't working in such a way that I can work that out.  I'll... try when next I wake.  Amen.