Dear Kwacha has suggested I update this. There isn't much to say, yet I'm sure given enough time and picking of meaningless details I could fill a significant section.
I've been working on my home, tearing off siding and other exhausting, hot, dirty work. It's coming along nicely but my sleep has been suffering because of it. Last night I took a nap at 10pm and didn't wake up until 3am. Don't ask why I just tried to nap at 10pm...I do stupid things when I'm tired. My room has been fairly warm because of the new insulation I installed, so now I don't have the cool night air keeping me from nigh burning alive. Installed new windows which can't be opened yet, unless I want to be swarmed by insects and other little beasties.
I had an odd dream, a dream that left me uncomfortable, somewhat shaken and feeling odd. Strange sleeping patterns, getting up in the middle of the night and drinking a combination of milk and Sunny D, uncomfortable heat, and general insanity may be the cause of this. I haven't been sleeping long enough to really have dreams for the last few days, just little snippets of images.
I keep thinking about things, things I have no right to think and really shouldn't. Odd thoughts that go with the odd dreams also seem to be occurring with frequency. I wonder about myself sometimes, how I measure up to other people.
There are so many things we never say, we just can't say for whatever reason. Fear is the common reason. Sometimes we just have to wave fear away and carry on, but when that fear isn't for oneself but another..then it is harder to dismiss. When your actions affect another, that is more important and requires careful calculation.
I just noticed my last journal entry was October 10th. I wonder how long it will be between when I finish this and the next one.
I forgot what else I was going to say, so I'll leave with this.
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Written on the page of a book;
The name evokes the image of a face;
Long thought forgotten.

One whiff of perfume;
To three parts desire;
And a dash of uncertainty.

Digging deep to find;
The source to this Wellspring;
Better left buried.

Like so much else;
Just leaves in the wind;
Coming back to haunt another night.