Okay, some of the corn sealed.

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The water bath sealing method does seem to work.  It's a bit tricky, but... what isn't?  I just have to get the freezertop cleared, then get those in.  I think there are three dozen, maybe four.  I have... been eating it, while putting it up.  More eating, but getting some up.  It'll... get there, shortly.

It is 52 out there.  I... the ac was left on upstairs.  Wasn't feeling well.  Didn't know if I'd be going on back to bed.  So... it just is what it is.  All good though.  Down here, it is 73/68/69.  Even with the computer on, with the door open and a fan, this front room got cool.  Then again, I was gaming in the other room.  I am as much a heater as the electronic devices.

Strange as it is, I don't feel so cold, even when it is much cooler.  That was a health thing, not a weather thing.  I still don't understand, literally, how I am still alive.  It isn't a medical likelihood.  I found a stethoscope.  Couldn't hear my heart.  Nor could a visitor.  Or, he wasn't sure.  That is the medicine?  It definitely doesn't sound like a flat tire anymore.  There is that.  Not sure which is worse?  At least with a flat tire sounding heart, you know it's actually pumping.

On to get the freezer filled.  And, with the water coming to a boil, some of the other corn is likely to be to going before long.  I won't dump the water, each run.  Just give it three minutes, then put it in a bucket of cool water.  Until that water gets too warm, then just flush that water.  Corn on corn, in boiling water, especially for short runs, won't be a trouble.  Even using old corn water is fine.  Bleh.  Cutting it off the cob and bagging it will be the real work.  I'll do it on the freezertop, another reason to otherwise clear that.  And clean it if that is needed.

Yea, I might get the corn done and in tonight.  It's as fast as I could do it.

Oh, someone was... thinking back.  Reminders.  I'm not sure if the viewer was the same for each.  If not, how little they understand.  Failed Christs?  And, yet, within His authority, with chores... things to do.  Past, present, future.  An old name, a love lost, a future task, warnings given.  No jest.

Stories?  Aren't they all?  What else is there.  True?  False?  Dark?  Good?

I tell you, I have seen that tomorrow.  It... doesn't terrify me.  Being left to my deserts in it, however, does... cause some concern.  There are things, maybe, worse than hell?  Or... is that just a form of hell?  Alone.  No time.  No space.  In another way, I do not worry.  So long as I aim at His will, not mine.  Not just for me, but for you, as you pertain to me.  Not just you, either.  

But, really, we all die alone.  We, actually, all live alone.  We just don't always have to be alone, or end up alone.  But that is possible.  Choices.  Pray like hell for heaven!  For the fear of it?  Only... if your faith is weak.  If you are strong in it... fear not.  Even for us... different ones though?  I just turn these things over to God, while seeking His will in my life.  I try to guide others to the same.  If afraid?  Look to God.  Don't even worry about the rest.  

Even if nothing I could do would save me, I would still attempt to do His will.  As long as His will is done, Amen.