A rough day.

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Still, I finally got a shower.  Then out for groceries.  I found salad packages, if not from my usual store.  Each had something at the right price.  Though, if I had seen the prices of some things at the other store first, I wouldn't have bought what I did, at each store.  Bleh.  It looks like my old store has started putting hamburger out, at the 80/20 percent.  It was on sale, if also out, however.  We'll see.  Eventually.

Headache, general body aches, a bit of a fever around the bones in my face... I think from the neck, shoulders, and back being out.  Still, was able to do just a bit of shoveling.  Up near the garage.  It warmed today, and sun came out, so I wouldn't have needed to shovel.  However, I was fearing we would get more snow.  It had been stacking in, day after day.

I couldn't shovel the whole drive.  But I did get, perhaps, the fifteen feet closest to the garage.  All good.  I did it, beside the fear of snow stacking in again, also to give the UPS guy a chance... if it remained as snowy, or worsened.  Just a bit of room for him to drive in, and safely deliver packages.  I try to help them.  He ended up parking in the frontage, and leaving things on the front porch.  No complaint, just odd how they do it this way or that, on any given day.  As long as he is okay, doesn't slip, I'm golden.  But, yes, he is quite welcome to use my drive, especially on difficult days, if it is better for him.

I've been sending prayers, for Michael, and his family and friends.  We... sometimes annoyed each other.  If, more often, we enjoyed our chats, even differences.  I guess... we shouldn't expect much.  All my newer friends tend to die young.  I might even advise not becoming my friend.  I can handle it, with prayer.  But... you may not wish to die!  Is he in a better place?  Given a life of difficult health, I have to suggest he has a two out of three chance, if the odds aren't necessarily... so cut and dried?  Though, I have hope for him, and am certainly praying for him.

Look, I didn't realize there WAS a purgatory.  Until I was there.  So, you... don't necessarily need to know.  You'll find out.  Hoping he didn't end up in purgatory though, either.  That is, or will be, quite brutal at some point.

Still?  Worth it, to make it to heaven.  I could... see that even from where I was.  Though, as mentioned, I pray for the right delivery of his soul.  And there is hope.  More I simply don't know.

Yes, a shower, brushing my teeth often, shopping, and praying here and there, now and then.  I don't know what got him.  But I think he was on dialysis.  And had been ill, off and on, for the whole of his life.  I know, even in purgatory, until the walk of fire, life is... much better.  So, there is that.  One final heartbreak, blinding lights will guide our way.

Groceries are put up.  Sadness remains.  But, too, hope and well wishes.  And, honestly?  A bit of... jealousy.  Still, I don't suffer in sadness.  I fight on, as he, and many of my friends who moved along did for their time.  Hopefully, I have a few friends looking down.  I pray for many, and family.  Especially those more in need.  Some I had more worry about than not, however, may truly have made it.  She of the yellow rose still... gets to me, from time to time.

Well, nearly time for bed.  Good night.