Outa Here

Friday morning begins late this week, to bed at Eight and immediately gone, up at One something to burn incense to Father Nature, then by force of Will don't drift into Thought so as quickly to resume sleep, waking Five something. Unusual but good, a good night, quite a good night.

Appearances notwithstanding, not drifting absently through life Sunday to Sunday, there's a Being inside, different, appalled, frustrated, constantly naively surprised, agreeing with nobody on nothing while nevertheless friends, friendly, courteous, warm, cordial, accepting, accommodating, all gladly so. But then alone again, agonizing over betraying Self; whether, when and how, again, to escape, into 7H or distant, and not soon return or emerge. Check the preaching calendar, maybe winter.  

The eccentricity, more truthfully weirdness, of Self, of Being whom no one else knows. 

On the home front, all is well. On schedule: Malinda's next procedure, endovascular to coil and stent the other brain aneurysm, Tuesday 9 Oct at SHPensacola, RON in ICU, then, with no complications, discharge home. Life Is Good. Most grateful for prayers.



Fat feet, tight shoes, a furoforty morning.

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