What are you doing on my porch?

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Who are you?  Though, I... suspect I know.  Walk with care, here.

Almost back to it.

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But... no.  I am afraid if I do much more I will fall again.  It's like having climbed out of a crevasse.  Perched on the edge, feeling better for having made it out.  Then you notice some of your gear down in there.  You have luckily made it out, alone, through the dark.  That... feeling that you are good is nothing but the adrenalin excess stoking sensory inputs while that and some other chemicals begin to fade.  You don't... really have the energy you think you have.  Come back for the tools, if possible, or just let them go.  You won't make the trip out twice.  I've... had to learn these lessons.  Obviously, not fatally, but just.  As mentioned, I am lousy at dying.

Odd though, I just can't sleep, either.  It's not that kind of tired, or worn.  It'll get there, just not now, yet.  I am hoping to be up long enough to put the birds in.  I would love to do some work.  It just isn't advisable.  I would like to eat, but I'm not hungry.  Kefir and an ounce of pistachios, a while ago, have me stuffed as if I ate a one pound burger or such.  Two cups of kefir and an ounce of pistachios.  Odd.

A bit achy.  Back, ribs, but just.  I have been doing a lot of lifting, bending, flexing, front to back and side to side in the last few days... week?  I've been at it, hard, for a bit.  This sort of hurt is the better kind.  Odd that my muscles, in a number of areas, don't hurt.  I have been using them enough to break a sweat at least three times a day for the last four to seven days?  They should hurt.  Meh.  I'll take the minor aches.  If the better ones arrive, I'll pray in gratitude for the allowance to hurt that way too.  All good.

Sage advice.

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You... don't need to be Catholic to hearken to this.  If you believe in Christ, give this a shot.  I am hoping to start with this.  It isn't that I don't wish to pray, or more.  It is that I am not... able to do more, often.  But this?  I can do this.  I do pray, often, when I can.  Sometimes just a fleeting thought I wish to share with some aspect of God.  Sometimes a concern arises, or becomes known.  But, sometimes, I can't remember my name, almost, so doing more isn't possible.

Actually, this isn't for Christ, He knows.  I am as close to God as I can be.  It is for me.  Just a reminder of what this is all about.  Where I wish to go.  Who I wish to know, emulate, worship, and follow.  A little reminder.  It isn't, for my part, even a prayer.  It is merely acknowledging that God lives, and that I not only know Him, that I wish to know Him better.

Such a simple thing.  Give it a shot, I think... you might be amazed.  Good day, night actually.