So very tired.

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The neighbor visited.  While here, he added three containers of the aqua tar stuff.  And?  And it might well take four or six more?  We are both surprised.  I can't afford that, right now.  And, it did fill the hole to a degree.  It is amazing how big of a hole that really is.  It has taken three and a half bags of concrete, plus three similarly sized containers of tar.  I can only imagine, perhaps, that it had been stump, from a tree.  And, perhaps, they had filled it, deeply.  But, those things nearly create sinkholes.  Still, it is half full, leveled up well, and mostly done.  For the year, though, it is done.

I did get them some cheese.  But meant to get them salami.  I hadn't intended on salami, but the genoa I ordered ended up being a lot more than I anticipated.  So, I'd like to share that, rather than waste it.  Plus, it may go well with at least one of the cheeses.  

I am still rather sore, tired, achy.  I may need to take a day or two off.  If I can do some small things, I will.  But, most likely, not today.  

I dreamed, of hounds, last night.  Dogs, some of the dreams, and hellhounds in others.  The dogs were attacking various things, from sheep to bad men.  The hellhounds went straight after evil men.  I have dreamed that I was a hellhound, now reformed.  Not that I don't still hunt evil, just... for a different reason.  And, of course, with a very different Lord.

I wasn't involved, this night.  These were hellhounds of evil, not good.  And, I don't think God unleashes His hounds, in that way, in these, or any, days.

As well, a group of notions flooded my mind, after a night of dreaming.  A picture I had seen, recently.  And, notions I have set forth, about those who would save lambs from the slaughter.  There will be a time when the lion lays with the lamb, but there will always be shepherds and sheep, and fleecing and butchering.  Those who would choose to attempt to save these, would merely become the most depraved of rabid dogs.

Even wolves in a pack are better, for they gang up, choose one animal, and just slaughter it.  But the dogs, and those who would destroy the food economy to spare the lamb would destroy not just the rancher, but the lamb, and wild dogs, too.  The wolf will remain, and do what it does.  But men live a much more delicate balance, as do lambs.  Saving them, as with bureaucracies and else, only ever ends up destroying them.  

Hmmm.... yes.

There are some dark things.  There are evil things.  There are hard things.  For man?  The sweat of the brow.  Anything which tries to change that is cursed.  Even if she thinks she is... being nice, being kind, being right... she will be Eve, all over again.  Best to keep her in her place.  That will happen again, soon, or the fall will happen.