Odd.

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Still awake, and comfortably.  Cool, even if it really isn't.  At 77/77/79 around the house, down here, it's rather warm.  The outside is 84, a few minutes ago.  But it feels cool.  Very strange.  Cold?  Almost cold, yes.  Just on the edge of a chill, just about to shiver.  Very strange.  Still mostly overcast.  Or, perhaps, the clouds are just following the sun.  Strange how things work.

I was about to call my mother.  It's her special day.  She called me just before I was set to call.  I had a time in mind, so as to avoid being too close to meals, or... whatever else she might have going on.  She had been calling me, about a special day recently.  I got the message, just thought I'd call her on her day.  Silly goose, got worried that I hadn't been in touch.  Well, we both feel better.

She has received many cards, and items, and is having a cake delivered, to share out.  It sounds like she is quite... appreciated there.  That is no surprise to me.  She makes herself handy, she takes time and trouble to listen.  And she loves you, even if she doesn't like you.  Plus, she's a fighter.  Not... fist-fighter.  But she'll put up a struggle, if life comes at her.  And, maybe, you too.  I was not surprised to hear that her birthday has been a good one.

Still hoping to get some things done today.

As well, to stay up into the afternoon as far as possible.

Who knows, though.  I could crash in five, or be up to 20:00, doing nothing.  I'll pray, in there.  With the gratitude of having another chance, and taking them when available.  It's a bit frustrating, not doing as much as I would like.  And, yet, the humility that renders is... a fine gift as well.  Amen.