Late.

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Didn't get out of bed until after seven.  I was in bed by 20:30, probably closer to 20:00.  Not sure what the problem was.  I was colder while sleeping, last night.  I have been using one blanket, but last night added my two favored extras.  I checked the temp, it was 71, nearly 72.  Which is the same it has been for weeks now.  Not sure what the deal was.

But I am awake.  Sassy is fed, coffee is brewing.  I'm... thinking about how to get started on more.  A few more boxes to break down, so I'll do that before anything.  Just to keep that even.  I did put one small load of laundry through last night, but finished it.  Everything from it has been managed.

However, I have laundry down here that needs to go upstairs and be... arranged, until I can find a place for things.  As well, I'd like to get a shower before long.  Putting what I am wearing in the washroom.  Maybe doing some dishes.

Some gaming, to wake.  Blogging to see if I can arrange the doings for the day.

Oh, and a dream.  In it, I started seeing signs of the old darkness I had once been called to attend.  Numbers, signs, sensing portents.  But... these were different?  They seem to have been inverted, reverted, lightened.  So, I started cautiously following where they led.

A priest, as it turns out.  But, he wasn't a party to the symbols and so on.  He had been found, chosen, by a group, who saw that he could see, and attend, former dark ones.  As a rough... chaplain to the former group of damned, or such.  He had learned some of the things, and brought a catholic perspective to things.

There were various sorts.  Each with their own area, men, and women.  Different areas to which they were called.  Even so, we understood each other fairly well.  Those of us present had all rejected our dark callings.  Altered our ways.  None of us had an easy time of it.  Like quitting cigarettes and booze at the same time, the row was tight, difficult.  Evil doesn't like letting go of it's minions.

In time, though, so it was.  My first meeting was quite... interesting.  A few of them... while they didn't know me, they... knew of me.  Yes.  Really.  A little sting of my former pride did come through.  I just gave it to God.  It's how I do, with these things, these days.

One of the women, a goth of sorts, with... a... relationship with the wrong side of death, or at once, caught me eye.  Both of us have avoided... dalliances... for some long time.  But I'm saying, we hit it off fairly well.  In older days, we would have been banging pots and pans already.  But... we... were going slow.

Meeting for coffee, talking about our lives, past and present.  Our walk with God, before and after finding the way.  Our hopes, past and present.  And, just... being in each others company.  Kisses, just on the cheek, from time to time.  Touches, but right.  Hugs, brief, but solid.  And... chastity, for the time the dream lasted.  But, too, discussions with the priest.  We were... including him in our plans to wed, and to prepare for it.

And, yes... she could pole dance.  My kind of catholic girl?  :p

Well... quite the dream.  I am only indicating a very small portion of it.  But... you... should get the idea.  To go from darkness to light is... quite the thing.  A blessing I don't think most of you can know.  Even if you walk without God, or so you believe, you probably haven't walked in the eyes open darkness.  Different things.  Both are... not good.  One is really... not good.  Don't go seeking, it'll find you.  Some of us were, I think, born to it, for it.  For us to find the light is... a God level thing?  I think so.

Well... on to my day.  Be well, be blessed, say a little prayer for those who don't yet know how, or why, to do so.  They... can be found.  God is out seeking them now, as we live and breath.  And, he finds them.  Some... choose light yet.

Dreams...