Crashed, hard.

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It was too cool, this morning.  And I couldn't... work my way through it.  Around twelve thirty, on through to maybe thirteen thirty?  Somewhere in there I crashed hard.  Maybe even earlier, or later.  I just don't know.  I looked at the clock down here, and up there, several times, but the time just wouldn't stick in my mind.  Up around 16:30, give or take a quarter?  Something.

Awake now, more fully.  But it is 78 down here, in the front room.  And it is 92 outside?  Which is probably as warm as it got, probably.  Probably as warm as it will get too.  Probably.  It was 73 near me, 68 into the room, upstairs.  Odd, the large difference.  Then again, usually I don't sleep in the hottest part of the day, either.  Oh, and 74 in the main of the house still, which I was finding a bit too cool to remain awake earlier.  Odd.  Both odd that it is still that cool, and that it crashed my systems.  But... all good.

More dreaming about that island.  Exploring it, but exploring what happened too.  Everyone else, to some degree, was in on it.  I didn't really care, to be honest.  I was just trying to sort out how deep the hatred.  For some it was just a game, for others it was with full intent, even to do harm and cause financial discomfort.

A beautiful town, all of stones.  From houses to shops to streets.  Not updated, almost at all.  Electrical runs, though, modern sewage equivalents but of ancient techniques.  Vistas, overhangs, parapets, and city and castle walls.  It was a marvel of very old engineering.  Merely, for the most part, kept up.  I suspect they were keeping it on the basis of a prophecy.  A place for people, one day, in which again to dwell and live.

I could... feel out the minds, of the monks and nuns.  Initially they had been tasked with simply keeping the prophecy implications going.  But those who don't believe, don't do well.  So, over time, they found monks, nuns, and priests who believed.  Brought them in, and put them in charge.  And, finally, the place was managed with diligence.  Modernized with electricity, had water works replaces to remove all lead, and made the place into a fully functional city-state, with even arms and other things for the new population.

The reason the archbishop chose this place was because of another black bishop.  Not black skinned, souled.  There were many archbishops and bishops ordained here, most were of the right sort.  But this one chose to be ordained here because of a particularly infamous one among the right ones.  As mentioned, if I had known which one was to be ordained, I would not have been there.  

They say dreams can't, or don't, recur or carry on.  I... don't think the experts are very expert.  They certainly don't understand my dreams.  And, I doubt if I am all that unusual.  I'm too blasé to even be unique or interesting in any particular way.  Mostly just waiting around to die.  Don't have time to be interesting or exciting.  Heck, I can't even stay awake, without probably showering and dressing more warmly, on a low 70s degree day!  Like an old dog, needing the fired cast oven to be near, just to... stave off the cold of death.

Anyway... I am up!  Sassy has been fed.  Her litter cleared.  I'm hoping to hit the corn tonight.  Oh, my mother did blanch, then cool, the corn... when cutting it from the cob.  But, on the cob, she just cleared and cleaned that, and put six in a gallon bag.  She used to add sugar, but I think stopped doing that.  With better corn, it isn't needed.  That would more be for field corn, when it was edible?  Or before they really made it sweet?  Or just the old ways.  When the .gov was pushing sugar on us.

A shower, too, sometime.  I refilled water jugs between this morning and since waking.  The water purifier had been offline, so as to get in the freezer.  Actually, I still need to get in there, so I won't be doing a whole lot more on that top, and need to clear it again.  Oh, but the work I have been doing on the water softener?  That has helped with the reverse osmosis.  Now, it uses almost all of the water in the reservoir, rather than two thirds.  And, there is no salty residue.  So... yes, it worked.  Still, one more shot, at the end of the month.  Amazing how things differ with a bit of work.  And, how easy and inexpensive things are.  Some things.

The next physical house project is to begin going through drawers, sanding them, and spraying them with clear spray paint.  Well, will try a few, see if that really works.  If so, I'll continue.  It is rather inexpensive.  Whereas shellac is expensive as heck.  Or... seems to be.  At $35 a quart?  Ugh.  Then again, who knows.  Maybe a quart would outlast the six spray cans by a mile?  Will find out.  Well, sanding, spraying, and maybe putting up mesh to keep critters out.  Only had it happen once, but... was disturbing.  

Though, any of that, other than corn, today?  I just don't know.  Maybe.  Later.