The tshirt helped?

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Well, right until it didn't.  Got a bit too cool, cold almost.  Was busy playing the game, didn't notice until I could barely press the buttons on the controller.  Took a break to put on my housecoat, and come in here two post something.  It's only 70 in here, but that is two degrees warmer.  Hoping the housecoat will help.  Will put the long sleeve tshirt back on if not.

Perhaps tea?  Trying to have something that won't add to carb load, blood sugar, or else.  Tea would do.  Hot, of course.  Hmm, I'll get the water heating for that.  Done.  Have to watch green tea, more than three to five minutes blooming and it can get a might bitter.

I thought about chicken, but only want one meal, today, since at least one meal needs to be carby.  So, I'll just go with one.  Beef and beans, with mozzarella cheese.  The lettuce is done.  I left cheddar out, and it went.  So... work with what you have, innit.  But, I don't want it too soon.  Or I'll get hungry again before too long.  I'm thinking... around 02:00?  Give or take an hour.  Then try to get to bed by 05:00 at the latest, earlier if possible.  Yeah.

I try to think everything through.  And, do, actually.  Think it through.  Practicum and theory don't always work their way into reality, they only, at times, offer possibilities for that.  Or, as other say, a plan is great, but rarely survives first contact.  That goes even for the finest.  This I know.  Still, it's the plan.  And, while I may not be able to pull it off exactly, I... should be able to pull it of close enough.  Dinner earlier, for example, and going without or going to sleep earlier as well.  Who... ever... exactly... knows though?

Some argues God knows.  I know He doesn't, about such things.  He knows the final score, just not how we will work it out to that score.  If He knew, we would call Him Satan, not God.  Not... that Satan knows, only that he pretends to, and if he had the power, would attempt to create the score.  God has left that to us, or you?  Decisions.  Which... means... He really doesn't know what any single individual will decide to do, or actually do.  He's... praying for you though.  Oh, yes, He is.  Your choice, always.  And it comes right down to every man, woman, and to a degree child.

If it weren't so, then predestination, right to who is going to heaven and hell, would already be written in stone, and there would be no... need... to do other than what blind want would lead one.  That is rejected in every aspect of faith I know, believe I understand, and am seeking more regarding.  God simply won't require us to follow or believe.  Nor to be sinless, or do right.  At this point, it is pure choice.  Patient, that One.  More patient than Lucifer, by far.

Anyway...  I have things to do.  Oh, tea water should be warm enough.  Now to add it, let it steep.  A Japanese green.  Not one of my favorites, but not a bad tea.  Different.  Actually, I... don't care for it.  But am... working on that.  It's how I do.  It adds a bit of humility into my life, something I am dearly seeking to embrace.  I... think, in part, that is why God has me still alive.  He has asked me to seek humility.  And, so, I do.  In the oddest of ways.  But... so be it.  Or, amen, if you will.  Good evening.  Later.