.
The wound was ready for socks today. So, longjohns and socks.
Doubling layers, hoping for a bit more comfort through the day. Nothing
can completely withstand that... chill. But this will help, or
should. It was 61 upstairs, in both areas? Strange, but okay.
Ah, but it is 27 outdoors. So, yeah. I suspect the house tries to
heat up, does heat up extra, when it is in the 8 to 10 range. Then that
gets stored, to some degree. So when it warms, it warms even more so.
Sassy has been tended. Litter boxes, fresh water, and food. I
don't always do it first thing. But I've been down around twelve hours,
so I'll do that. If just eight, I try to remember to stall feeding her
for another hour or two. She doesn't understand. But I run out of
her daily rations, which means she goes to bed hungry and there isn't a thing
I can do about it. But, my efforts are paying off for her. She
looks... better than she ever has. She'll never be a svelte little
kitty, fixing them young does that. But, she can look better.
And... she does. She looks healthy, not sloppy fat.
Blood sugar is high again, at
156
fasting. I am wondering if it is the carbonated water. No
sweetener, just flavor. Fruit, black cherry or mixed berry. I am
changing that, going to just water, no flavor. Just in case it is
that. When deeply diabetic, and having been so for a long time, the body
wants to stay so. And, it will use anything, plus what it pulls from the
body, to create that. And, I think, it is. So... plain water.
Until my body becomes absolutely ketosis bound, and knows nothing else for
years, I have to be ever so caution. I will do grants on Thanksgiving,
Christmas, Easter, and the 4th, if invited to something. But other than
that, no. Even then, I will be more carefully? Just... not as
absolute. While not Confucianist, I... do tend some of his words.
Something about being an atheist, or roughly those terms... not
believing in the old Chinese gods anyway, and yet knowing, for social matters,
to attend ceremonies, with and as community. It's... a complex thing,
and not. Don't be an ass, or a complete one? Aye. And, a
celebratory feast is... along those lines. Secular or religious... love
the ones you are with. Amen.
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Speaking of old gods, I dreamed of... a contest, last night. The God's
peoples, powers, and princes against some of the old ones. I was War,
rider of the red horse. There were the horsemen, certain angels, and
various others. In this case, we were facing off against Norse gods.
My opponent was Thor. Though, being he not a true god of war, I allowed
his son, Modi, to join him in the battle. More a god of battle, and just
to... be fair. Thor thought he sensed treachery, and not terribly
wrongly, if not fully rightly, either. In time, we will get there.
Still, Thor couldn't see how denying his son's entry could be a negative, so
called him in.
And, then it began. As we sparred, we talked. Being potent beings,
such was easily possible. Plus, there was the possibility of...
distracting, allowing for a stronger hit, or a final one? Well, with
powerful entities, it doesn't quite work that way, but the idea is there.
On the fight went. Parlay with parry, strike with block, and so
forth. They did fine, being what they are. I did well, being what
I am. Though, for me? War isn't... as it seems. I... steal
the peace from the hearts of those who don't have it, and steel those with
peace in their hearts in order to resist the unpeaceable. And so, in our
parlay, I parried and struck. In time a fatal blow.
For, Thor had peace in his heart, after a time. While his son knew no
peace. As the conversations drifted, understand in father, and son, took
place. Father understood, as did son, that I was not the enemy.
They were, enemy one to the other. As Christ had taught me, I... turned
father against son. And... won, as it were. So be it.
In the end, Thor and I considered the terrible understandings, among them
that... war isn't... what it seems, always. Nor for the reasons we might
suggest. It isn't for gallantry, chivalry, attrition, or other
things. If war isn't for peace, then it isn't war at all. Just...
another form of murder. And so it ended.
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Hmm? Oh, before long, I'll... reset dishes. Probably washing that
pot, and either soaking too, or resetting it to another soapy run. I'd
love a shower today, but probably not. Trash, and recycling? Both
need to go out. I keep missing putting it out. Today, one or
both. I tore the bed down, a few days late. I like to do that
between Thursday (grins) and Saturday. Still, it's done. I'll
remake it before too long.
What else? Food. Burgers, maybe with cheese? Dunno, but
burgers. Coffee going down now. Gaming, between this and
that. Trying to kick my way out. Will see what is possible.
Oh, and just maybe another load of laundry. Ah, and setting up the space
heater upstairs. Letting it run for a bit, so I can hit the laundry that
is up there. And take the fresh stuff up later? Can hope. If
I do really well, I may take another shower yet through the day. Good
boys get treats!
Hmm... on to gaming, just a bit. Or looking around the web if I haven't
already? I... don't remember. It'll be easy to see, with a few
pokes and peaks. Have a wonderful day. Later.
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