Waking can be difficult.

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And, yet, when sleep is needed, to be gotten is divine.  It was needed.  It was had.  I did keep waking.  And it did get warm, 77 up there!  And, yet, I slept quite comfortably.  I didn't get heat sick.  The warmth is probably why I kept waking, but it wasn't terribly troubling.  It just meant my sleep was shallow.

Hearing vehicles go by, if certainly not all of them, was more of a strangely restful, comforting, thing.  Tractors, atv's, and such, too.  Farm country has farm sounds.  And either you love it, learn to love it, or leave.  Though, trading in occasional auto and implement sounds for constant traffic noise, alarms of all sorts, emergency vehicles, and such?  When someone suggest leaving the gentle pan for the fire, I... usually know what I am dealing with... and leave it well alone.

I missed slow acting insulin last night.  Yea.  I... try.  I got it in, first thing.  Okay.  Cold r.o. water, first thing, and medicine... pills... which I did get in, if not until late.  Pill medicine, in, right now.  Double... triple... checked.  I was so sure I had taken it yesterday!  Definitely taken today.  I won't take a fasting blood sugar, as it will be high.  When breakfast is ready, I will take a fast acting, smaller, shot... then check it all two hours later.

A shower, shortly.  It is 77 in this front room, but cooler elsewhere.  I could see it being mid to high 80s, perhaps into the 90s out there.  Will... check... when I am ready and able to go out to check.  Still, being mid June, this is... very... pleasant.  It is about to tick up, hard, heatwise.  I can usually handle, mostly, a month or two of it.  So, hopefully, it'll begin cooling, just a touch, in August.  

Though who knows.  Just because the world is cooling, doesn't mean exactly here, or now.  Not... yet.  When the US-Mexican border is more like the weather of here in northern Utah, we'll talk.  And... soon or late, it will be.  Have absolutely no doubt.  Though... in twenty years or two hundred?  Or a thousand, for that matter, or ten thousand if I think closer to the nearer edge of those numbers, it will happen.  And, if the equator gets to more like Canada?  Yeah.  It'll either be nearing the end of man, or the gift of a fresh start.

I pray.  But... not for these things in particular.  Merely in thanks, gratitude, and worship, with hope that men will continue to stumble along, blind as we are, more in the right direction than wrong.  And such.  I don't... worry about the world, or cosmos, and their doings.  I merely have some concern with how men react to it.  The planets are neither moral, nor ethical, if they are lawful.  It is men who can choose lawfulness, in the righter ways, or not.  Ethical, moral?  That is the choice of humans, and none other.  Which is why many try to deny faith.  So they can deny choice, obligation, truth, and such.  They know better.  Choosing to be a rock, identify as a tree, or such, will not negate your subjugation to the capacity for good or evil you, and you alone, are born with.  Amen.

Anyway... I have... to wake.  Tinker here a bit.  Get a shower.  Take out trash.  Check the rabbits.  It's not chore day, but it is warm.  Oh, best get waterers set back up before checking.  Ugh.  Later.