Still sleeping.

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I did wake for a short bit early in the morning.  A fatted coffee and something to eat.  Nothing fancy, not much, just something as opposed to nothing.  Not even honestly hungry, more a sense that eating might be a good thing.  As well, more water.

Only awake for the time it took to prepare the food, make the coffee, clear up a bit after, and run a few batches of water through the reverse osmosis machine.  I did figure a way to prevent overflow, if after purchasing trays to catch that.

Very warm.

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Up to a high of 81 today.  One degree below that, as I write.  While that seems warm, as cool as night, thus the ground, gets and somewhat stays at night, down to at least 47 last night (though I have seen 41, not sure about last night, if not yesterday night), the environment remains cooler than what 81 would usually indicate.

Mom went... somewhere... earlier today.  While gone, I was able to stumble down, brush my teeth, take a shower, and put on fresh pj's.  More needed than I had thought.  Not always the case, rarely actually.  This was one of those times.  The Lord knows I am terribly grateful for the technologies which allow for showers.  And those times when I can employ them.

Finally, food.

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Mother has seen me go without food for days, weeks.  And, yet, she still doesn't believe.  I must assume this is why she can't be Christian.  She watches, as time passes, while I sleep for days.  Waking for rare needs, mostly water.  Again, she refuses to believe what she senses.  I can't make the blind see.  I can, sometimes, show them.  But they have to want to see, hear, know.

Scrambled eggs, a fatted coffee, and more water.  Plenty, and then some.  How long has it been?  A week, two?  I can never be certain while resting and dreaming so deeply.  I doubt if she knows, with certainty.  Days pass for her in a haze, only slightly less foggy than mine in my travels.

More sleep.

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Lots of sleep.  I never woke last night, or got up anyway.  I had another can or two of water.  Which makes sleeping a bit easier.  My throat isn't constantly feeling like it will seal off from being dry and the fluids in there gumming up.  That is a horrible sensation to have to fight through for days, and nights.

My adopted brother did reply.  I had let him know they were in my prayers.  Suggesting they stay dry as possible, offering good wishes and prayers.  He was waiting to see how it would end before replying.  It seems, from the sounds of things, that his neighborhood only received a lessor amount of rain, with none of the other bad weather events.

Events.

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I see the woman's execution was foiled.  Female executioners?  As satanic as modern women tend to be, I can't be certain if the failure was merely from incompetence or sabotage.  Wouldn't need to be literal satanists, might well be wearing the cloaks of variations of churchianity.  It's a matter of the belief that what they believe is superior to all else.

With the criminal justice system basically developed around average IQ men, I doubt if we will ever know.  I wonder if they have done blood work on her, to see if she was given a countertoxin prior to the toxin.  Or, even whether she had been given the actual poison.  probably too late to tell, by this point.

If they are serious, they need to get her back into some reasonable shape and put her into the gas chamber.  Though... make sure of the executioners.  No women, or other dei's.  Or just admit justice, for some, is no longer available.  Not my problem, in one sense.

Though, if they are going to end justice, they should at least release the last of the remains of the victim, part of her skull taken as a trophy, to the victim's mother.  So at least she can close that part of her daughter's murder.  I... don't count on it.  Too many are actively or passively on the murderer's side.

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Oh, quite a storm down south.  Possibly heading north.  Definitely east, possibly so big as to go a bit west, or... morph onto, up to, us... for a small bit?  Though, who knows.  It really might simply break out into some sort of weather system not seen before.  Well, it already is one.  And it is becoming much more... amazing.  Never can tell with rare events.

I'll just rest.  If the house gets blown away, I'll either go with it or wake without it.  If my real worry is to wake with five to ten feet of snow, no electricity or water, or even a good way out.  And, while generally unlikely this year, it is possible in spots, and in years to come, with what is happening this year.

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I was going to get up for a bit but mother was still awake.  I am not socializing with her.  Have business to tend, but not when I just woke up.  Had hoped to make a bite.  Instead I just grabbed a twelve pack of carbonated water.  Two down the tube.  I'll go on back to sleep, when I can.

Maybe in a few hours I can have a light meal.  Scrambled eggs?  Something.  if she would go to bed.  Later.

Lots of sleep.

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Waking, from time to time.  Reading various sites on the web.  Watching vids, the rare non-dei ones that remain, purging the obvious dei and ai trash.  Then, back to sleep.  It looks like new music is dead, or mostly AI?

I am trying to keep fluids going in, and out.  Not worried about food.  Though, once every day or two I try to get food in.  Nothing fancy, not much, just small satisfying morsels of simple construction.

Oh, right.

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A bit more about prepping.  Something I have probably suggested before?  It isn't for end time events, in a biblical sense.  It isn't for a civil war.  It is for my apocalypse.  My apocalypse has already happened.

My body has failed.  It doesn't work as it should.  Not just organs, but my ability to wake, any particular day, week, month, or sometimes nearly year.  I can't cook, clean, hunt, shop, process food always, or even eat it when available.

A different consideration.

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While planning grain storage, I couldn't ignore Ezekiel bread.  Though, with the understanding that flexibility should be considered.  Especially considering that the recipe was offered for times of famine, not regular times.  It was, essentially, emergency food, specifically in times when wheat became scarce.

So I went looking.  Various legumes were sourced.  Various alternative grains as well.  Rye, spelt, various lentils (there are three main types), and else.  Currently, prices for those are similar or (often) much greater than wheat berries.  Oh, I sourced whole berries, not flours or fractured berries.

A cooler day.

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For the first day in a month or so, the temperature seems possibly not to be above 70, or just, for a high.  Just today, if the forecast is correct.  Then back to mid to high 70s or even the low 80s.  Storms passing through.  To be honest, I am surprised there aren't many such days.  The hurricanes must be being tucked south by various forces.

That can change a lot faster, and more unpredictably than most forecasters will admit.  And, after seeing the forecasts, I have serious doubts about those.  While I suspect certain aspects, some major and minor portions, I think, are very off.  Wetter, I suspect.  And with a few hard hits.  Not dryer, moderately mild, empty.  A busy weather year.  Will see.

A strange fall night.

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Trash had to get to the curb.  I skipped doing it earlier.  Woke early.  Thunder?  Dream?  Couldn't be thunder, could it?  Up, rice pudding, water.  Then out.  Warm, for a fall night.  It read 53.  A warm one.  Sometimes 53 feels cold, tonight it felt warm.  Warmer than what the reading suggests, more like 63.  I'm not absolutely sure why that always works as it does.  Only that it does seem that various temps can feel much warmer or cooler, or as expected.

Humidity and precipitation can play a part.  Usually adding a cooling factor.  So I was surprised, when going out, and it feeling warmer than the reading, while raining.  A gentle rain, and not a lot received, or yet.  Even so, a strange thing to have a warm rain this late into fall.  But a... fine thing.

Definitely a warm fall.

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It got to 79 today.  It stayed up near that for several hours, not just a peak then collapse.  Almost too warm?  Yet, really, not.  I am over the heat exhaustion from through the summer season, after several cooler days and weeks.  With diabetes pretty much managed, bp mostly handled, and else?  Plus with summer heat exhaustion managed?  Eighty is actually a nice temperature, at least for a high, more so at elevation and with low humidity.

The sensation of it being a bit warm is because I am wearing winter pj's and wool socks.  Good for some nights, when my feet get chilled.  I should have changed to summer, or fall and spring house garb.  At least when I awoke.  Oh well.  I'll mildly suffer through the mild extra warmth on my way to settling in to bed before too long.

Friday, morning.

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I had to struggle just a bit this morning to sort that fact.  Those facts.  More easily than yesterday morning.  It happened more quickly and nearly natively.  Still had to stop, think, look at the watch several times, and remember the hours were small, not large.  As well, that it was brighter outside. 

Still, a much quicker, easier, understanding.  I have been sleeping hard, deep, long, for a rather long time.  Days, weeks, going on a month?  Longer yet?  I have tried, unsuccessfully, to fight it.  Sleep can't be set aside, of late.

Morning?

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So much sleep lately.  Some confusion.  I thought it was... yesterday evening.  But, so bright.  Should have known by the clocks and my watch.  I run them on the twenty four hour displays, for this very reason.  Too tired to make sense of things, this time.  But the brightening, of the day finally helped me understand.

Oh, I laughed!  When I finally understood.  If you can't laugh at someone else, there is always yourself.  Laugh with, at?  Both.  I quite enjoy, however and whomever receives, earns, the mirth.  A grace, if you can be just a bit humble.

Such a strange day.

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Sleeping a great deal.  Awake for a few hours.  Hot throughout being up and down.  It only got to 73 F, if it is reading that, up here, currently while reading 66 outside currently.  No windows open, if the ac's are still installed, so with a fan going some of that cool gets in.  Though, too, the downstairs is cooler.  The only reason it is that warm up here is because I am casting off heat like an oven.  Can feel it from feet to head.  My head has a form of heat exhaustion.  I have been hot, in the bean, for days. 

Not a fever.  Just... somehow outputting a lot of heat.  One meal today.  One yesterday.  Small meals, less than six hundred calories.  Fasting a few days before that.  Strange.  As mentioned, fasting usually cools me off.  More so as the world cools.  Certainly not this fall, or so far?  It did for a while there.  Strange.

These days frigid.

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Those days nearly fevered.  Sometimes frozen legs, while the rest of me roasts.  How?  Why?  I can't say.  I have tried adjusting everything from what I eat to how much I eat to when I eat, and on to drinks.  More or less, flat water versus carbonated water versus coffee or tea, hot or cold, with and without fats, keto sweeteners, or nothing added.

I have not found food or drink to be able to play a part.

Electrical backup reconsideration.

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I keep considering how to back up power, for shorter and longer terms, with minimal fuss, expense, and exhibition.  Solar is out there, but there are problems.  Generators, of course.  Each and every has a problem, or dozen.  Plus the expenses no matter.  Cheaper is still eye-wateringly expensive for a typical solo act.

Still, I look, consider.  And things are becoming more affordable.  Easier.  More possible in many ways.

Can't help but to chuckle.

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Headlines on vids.

God protects sigmas.  That is so very funny.  If I am a sigma, which I think I am, I promise God does no such thing.  He does the opposite.  He throws us into a roasting hot pan, over a hotter fire, and sees if we will handle the heat, flip out into the fire, or live either way.  He does this fairly often.  Something about not giving more than one can take and my kind being able to take extensive pain, injury, illness, damage, trauma of all sorts, and else.  No, God doesn't protect us.

Just do the math.

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What are the two systems dragging worst?  Automotive (ignore the fake and gay numbers about it's vibrancy).  Which then collapses into banking, which is already on the wrong end of commercial property values, and leaning hard into residential falling values, with large notes attached.

How did auto go sideways?  Trying to shovel AI slop in the form of all electric, though even hybrids, with the full faith and security of the then US, and mostly all, governments.  They would help shove it through, gloss over issues, and that would be that.

If it didn't hurt so much?

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It would be hilarious.  From gas prices to food prices to insurance costs, there is nothing that isn't rising so fast even the lower tiers of the wealthy aren't buckling.  Further, insurance is not even probably going to be honored and the government won't do a thing about it, as an example of injury on insult.

What about "they want you dead" did you not understand?  Trump?  is that even Trump in there?  Before him, Biden, Zero, Clinton, Bush's?  Worse, or... maybe?  If they really are who they were, how much control did they actually have?

Wrong?

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Mother asked what time I would be going to town.  I told her I wasn't going to town.  If I remembered I actually had hoped to go to town.  Though, in part, I was telling her we would not be going to town?  That and I had forgotten.  I need... want... carbonated water.  While I have finally learned to tolerate, even enjoy, flat water out of the reverse osmosis system, I too quite enjoy carbonated water.  If, even that, finally, I usually prefer it plain.

I needed flavored varieties for the first few years.  I just don't trust how they flavor things, so kept trying to go plain.  I finally could do plain, all of the time, after a lot of effort and self-training my taste buds.  The only reason I don't is there isn't enough easily available.  if I am luck, they have eight twelve packs.  I prefer... more, on hand.  I'd like double that.  So I mix in flavors.  The other option would be to try three or four different stores.  But that is a major difficulty with my body in such poor shape.