I crashed very hard.

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A bit before 10:00, I had lost all capacity to retain consciousness.  I had hoped to stay up, to return a delivery.  But that simply wasn't possible.  I pretty much crawled up the stairs, walking wasn't quite working.  I stumbled into bed.  I did wake a few times, being warmer.  It was 75, but that felt so very warm.  Too much corn?  Maybe getting to my diabetes?  Okay, we'll stop with that.  Though, I think it might be the return of the heat?

Not so sure though.  I just checked outdoors, and it read 80.  But there was a cool wind in my hair.  It was a rather pleasant 80.  Not sure if it has come down, if I suspect so.  Though, who can be sure.  No, I know not to trust the weather stations, they always... usually... pad the numbers by ten to fifteen degrees.  But it is 82 up front, and 78 in the main?  Very strange.

Hmm, I left my suv in the driveway.  I wonder if it has become a heat sink, baking the house.  I'll put it away tonight, see.  Why did I have it out?  First, the corn.  Then... a plan to go somewhere, do something.  It... my plans have failed lately.  I can barely stand.  Failed ideas... is why it sits in the drive.  I do wonder if that isn't soaking up heat, then blasting the house.  I'll know tomorrow.  Odd how... these things can work.

I called my brother, but that went right to messaging.  I left a short hello.  Then called my mom.  It's my turn, and then some.  I'll try to remember to call Saturday.  And my mom again, say, Monday?  We'll see.  I'll do my best.

Even so, crawling out of bed tat nearly 19:00 was a hell of a chore.  Just sitting up, at first.  But actually rising from the mats was terribly difficult.  My muscles and will and else are jelly.  Still, I refused to sleep one more minute.  If I was going to break, or hurt more, or even die, I was getting out of that stupid bed!

It did hurt to get up, and out.  My muscles are so very weak.  My body and mind are tired beyond reason.  Things ache, hurt, pinch... my body is... distressed.  But, I have things to do, or try to do.  I'll say a few series of prayers through the day.  And fast.  It's been a while, not sure I can do it, but it is the idea.  I can pray, that I can do.  Plus, there are many on my prayer list.  Actually, all of you, one way or another.  More of you by name than you might suspect.  A standard prayer takes an half hour.  Some prayers, like for my mother's friend, are as short as less then a minute.  Concerns as they appear, but dailies, unless I crash to sleep, are an half hour to hour... depends on how much time I can leave open for God to do His work, answer what He will, and change things at His behest.  He is pretty good at massaging a hard heart and thick neck.  :)  Seriously.  His massage-ju is pretty good, if you let Him.

Well?  Well... on to a bit of looking around.  Then maybe some gaming if I'm not ready or able to do more.  Then, hopefully, work at some point.  Good evening, day, and perhaps night.  Be well.