So strange.

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Awake so early.  A strange sense.  To have been awake what seems like... all day, compared to days recent.  Yet it only being ten thirty?  It is just 50 out there, or so?  A good partly to mostly cloudy, depending on the moment.  Storms moving through, not acting, more, yet.  Even so, at just ten thirty it feels like fourteen or fifteen hundred.  So odd.

More... music.  I may share some, in time.  Someone, several, or things (think musical a.i. of some sort) are working in the background.  But their targeting is done so well.  Some new, some old.  Most I get, others I sort of fumblingly perceive, understand, but definitely see.

I suspect some can see yet through the veil I have created.  Some through allowances.  Others through... access they shouldn't have.  Some, from various churches.  Don't... even think one as me doesn't see.  I don't need electronic footprints.  You know that isn't my way.  Others?  Can't say.  But you can't keep people out of what they want into.  Access can be limited, but not stopped.  Especially for some.

How much gets around, to specific ears, is... another thing.  How much should is a whole different ball of wax.  And, yet, one way or another, it... always gets around.  But, telling a child about Santa, or that... in time... he isn't real?  That's... just how life goes.  Strange stories folks.  Strange truths.  Some stories aren't just tales, tall or otherwise.  Some are.  Most likely, you will not know until you... do.  But that will probably not be on your timeline.  Though, to be honest, it... to a degree... doesn't matter.  What is, is.  What isn't, isn't.  Your belief has little to do with either.

Called my brother.  No answer.  Busy, at an appointment.  Who knows.  Or... just in a mood, or needing a nap?  A call, from rare time to rare time, is what I can do.

Well?  I don't know.  No food until noon, and little of it, again, today.  Kefir or two, walnuts and pecans, a fatted coffee, and a vinegar tonic.  Sassy has been fed twice, and is a happy girl.  Her litter clear, her water refreshed, attention given.  I think she enjoys her little life.  I wish I could offer more, but she... I think she is satisfied as is.  More isn't always more.  She rests, when needed.  She eats rightly, has lost weight but has plateaued.  A bit plump still, but probably as good as it gets for a fixed girl cat.  And we interact enough, on her terms, and mine.  Plus, she knows she is loved.  Beloved.  A good life.  A little one, a simple one, but... a good life.

Well... yes.  On to looking around the web.  Can't really get going quite yet.  A shower soon?  A weigh-in?  No blood sugar test until a few hours after a first set of foods.  Maybe a kefir later, if so another vinegar tonic.  That stuff really helps, if mostly only after food.  Yea.