Feeling cold!

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Never sure if that is just me, or... if the world has changed, in some way.  While starting the griddle, I looked.  14!  No wonder.  Yea, that creeps into the house, into the bones.  Young or old, those temps sort of get to you, especially when it was in the mid to higher 30's just a bit ago.  It's the fast changes, on the edges of the extremes, where things just get to me.

It is getting to me.  I am dressed in my usual warmer clothes, if not fully.  I haven't been wearing longjohns under all lately.  But, thick wool socks, warm pants, long sleeve t-shirt, shoes, and jacket.  Well, and beard.  But, yes, it's cold.  I may have to see about getting to dishes, a shower after those, and then adding longjohns.  Every little bit helps.

Oh, coffee!  While the steak salts, I'll have a coffee.  I added allulose, to see if that will help with a bad number of meals, after the facts... to lower blood sugar.  Or, if that mostly has to be consumed much closer to the meal time, or before?  Only one way to find out.

Though... running into some problem.  The griddle lit up, but when I checked it, it was out.  As I tried to relight it, it just wouldn't light, none of the burners.  I'll check.  Maybe below a certain temperature, these types of units don't work?  It had heated the griddle fairly well, so it ran for... a while.  Hmm...

Doing a bit better.  Started waking more, without coffee or else.  But that cold is getting to me.  We'll see.  But I think I can get to some work.  I'll try the griddle later.  I have frying pans, if that really won't work.  I just hate cooking in the house anymore.

Ah!  One of the knights, the chief, emailed a query.  I... told him I yet live, but wasn't sure I would, so took some extreme measures.  Went clean carnivore, or am trying... getting there.  Which nearly killed me itself, but... choices?  He wrote back, and among other things, asked about receiving the Eucharist.  I had forgotten they do that, but too... keep... thinking I will be getting up, getting out, going, just... here... soon.  But it keeps not happening.

Oh, what a joy!  I would be terribly grateful to receive that bounty!  I so terribly miss that.  I pray to God.  I am open to His words, thoughts, wishes, even in my sins.  But, yes, this would be a wonderful gift.  I do miss it.  Hunger for it, yearn for it, something awful.  Just realize, in some way, it is not I who consumes Him, if that is the act.  The truth is, in doing so, I am being consumed by Him.  It's... an odd thing.  To consume the artifacts of God is truly to become? toward God?  It's... not at all as it seems.  It terrifies, if beautifully.

I suggested, when I took my first Eucharist, I wasn't sure if it would slay me.  And... maybe it should have?  Being what I am.  But, I would much rather have been slain in obedience, than to live in sin, lies, death.  Seriously, I... wasn't sure I would survive it.  God said... life.  So be it.

Well, coffee is warming.  But that cold is just pulling so much heat away.  I'll do what I may.  Later.