Not too bad.

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Not perfectly as planned.  The idea was to be to bed right in there around 22:30.  I didn't get to bed until about 00:30.  I set the alarms from six and eight, or really just initiated them.  They were already set.  Hoping to beat the alarms, and I did.  It' just at 5:24 after starting chicken to heating, feeding Sassy, and such.

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Good, good.  A bite to eat, some water, coffee, and back to it.  Well, had to refill the water jugs and do a few other things.  And watched a few vids while at it.  The Oatman family massacre...  I remember seeing pictures of the surviving sister, but either forgot, or never quite got to, the story of how she ended up with tattoos.  Now I know... or... know what someone says on the matter.

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I think I figured out why I feel better today.  Rather than just setting up blankets, I turned on the electric blanket.  I think my last sleep cycle was just too cool, so that along with the pain, I woke up in too much pain.

This morning I woke warm, not too warm, mostly.  But pleasantly warm, comfortable, maybe just one notch further along toward but not to too warm.  My joints were comfortable, softened by the warmth.  My wounds were soaking in the warmth, I could almost feel them, as if a cat drinking warm milk.  Wonderful.

And, I slept so well.  Good sleep helps with pain greatly.

Now, as I wake, the pains are returning.  But in a milder form.  It's cooler down here.  I may try to make it to noon, then go down for a nap?  Hopefully just a few hours, a real nap.  And, probably, with the electric blanket going, and maybe a warm coffee or cup of bone broth right before climbing in for that nap.

Prayers for those out there in pain, if too those who know no pain and can just work, play, and maybe relax and enjoy the day.  It is good to know there are some people who don't need to suffer.  Well, and to believe, in time, no one will suffer... in certain ways.

Can't help those who choose hell, if that suffering isn't quite... how it seems.  A microcosm might be, for the hellbound, being the last puppy in the display window, but forever.  No one is coming.  Alone.  I... wouldn't worry about demons, or devils, or evil ones currently being given demonic semblances.  They... won't matter.  Perhaps now?  Until perfected flesh?  Maybe, but even then I don't think so.

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I love the hoot owl, doing it's thing, out predawn.  Or a mourning dove?  When I'm tired enough, and I am a bit, I can't be absolutely sure which it is.  We have both.  And I... enjoy the sounds either way.  Saying little prayers for the creatures, while I wake, is... a thing... hereabouts.  Oh, and a whippoorwill?  Or some such?  Or... maybe that's just a hiccup for one of the aforementioned birds?  :)  I dunno.

Well... on to more waking.  Be well.  Have a great day.  Blessings and joy.  Now... get off my porch!