Felis Catus believes that you have finally figured out how to live. Finally you are lying around in bed in a dream state. Warm and silent. Many hours of the day.
If you watch him, you will learn it all.
FC greets the day elegantly stretching. A visit to the box. A desultory crunching at the food bowl, a stampede across the house and to bed.
His awareness is exquisite. The slightest wiffy rustle and his eyes are open. Perhaps he senses action outside. He will alert you. If you watch.
He can't guard the yard, but he is a darn good secretary. (keeper of secrets?)
He knows to beat it when the going gets weird.
Bye the bye, FC is mad for classic rock and roll.
A very good morning, this Tuesday on earth, to you all.
I was thinking of writing about the making of a skeptic today. But my slight case of youknowwhat has taken a turn for worse and my head is punkin full of pain, so some other day I will try to make sense. My poor kid's case is worse too, so that weighs heavily.
I'm sorry for what I did. I hope that Roto can forgive me for being an idiot.
Here is a killer version of Hey Joe by Roy Buchanan. Wow.
In thinking about the last nearly three years now, I could just as well called this postlette The True Believers VS The Last Bloodyminded Holdouts.
Was it the media that railroaded the public? We saw scary films from China. I am now somewhat ashamed to admit that I watched some of those televised performances by Fauci and Brix. You could hardly put in a novel a more unlikely pair.
The flavor in the air seemed to make reference back to other older times when the country all got together to do something big and important. Say like win the second WW.
Many of our friends and family were pressured into compliance. Some seem to have escaped damage, so far. Some not. We are left with a really bad taste in our mouths, those of us who were stubborn enough to pull off resistance. For in Him we live and move and have our being, as even some of your own poets have said, 'For we are also His offspring.' Acts 17:28
May He continue to have mercy on the people of earth as we work our way through this greatest outrage.
I pray for a rebirth of wisdom and freedom among the people.
This is a bit like the good old Live Blogging, but in this case its a relatively easy case of the Wuhan Flu. Many people have been way way sicker than I am. Lucky for me I have an intact immune system.
Its a bit like being seriously stoned. I am way deep in my head, but weak about moving around. I have body aches, but not too much more than usual, ahem. There are some other issues, but fek em, I won't give them the pleasure of hearing their names pronounced out loud.
LoneStar is right. It all depends on how you look at it!
As directed by MM I am talking those little magic pills which I don't understand the mechanism of, anyhow.
They may be trying to kill us all off, but it may not be that easy! So ha. If Delta were here she would slap Prissy, but since I kind of am Prissy, I shall have to slap myself!
Here's to a Grand Day, right here and now on the event horizon.
Much love. Being full of the baloney I write is like being pregnant. You can't sleep until the birth is done! lol
I've long held an antipathy to what I conceive to be sentimentality. It struck me as a largely self-serving emotional gesture with no substance. It seems to be only feelings.
Before I dig myself in too deeply, I realize that feelings are there in love too.
Help me out here. How to define love. Obviously it wishes the best for the loved person. Sometimes it costs. Its sacrificial sometimes.
I'm sure you commenters will have something useful to say. Its always a treat to read what you say.
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