Well, sort of.
But I am feeling worlds better than I felt yesterday. And today I also seem to have my voice back. (Although I’ve only spoken to a handful of cats, so it’s sort of hard to judge.)
I spoke with my dad on the phone yesterday, and he was rather worried, from the sound of my voice — or, actually, the nearly complete lack of a voice — that I wouldn’t be able to come for Thanksgiving. A mere 4 days away.
We spoke for maybe 10 minutes, and I lost count of how many times he told me to “just rest — don’t do anything!”. So I really am trying to not doing anything. I don’t want to disappoint him or myself. And so today I do feel better.
And I slept until almost 7 this morning!! Unheard of for me. So that was great. But I awoke to quite a flurry of Amish men, teaming all over the house directly across from me on W. 1st Street.
That lucky neighbor is getting a new roof today!!!!
(The view from my bedroom window this morning. Sort of.)
I only have a mere 14 more months before I can reapply to everyone imaginable for funds to help me get a new roof… But the minute those funds are there, the Amish will be all over my roof, too.
Believe me. I can’t wait.
Okay, so if you are watching the news or looking at everything going on on the back channels, etc., you will probably scoff when I say that there is “no news today”. But, honestly, gang. there is just no news. It is all complete chaos, leading to God only knows what.
I did see a mention that BRICS is meeting to discuss the Gaza thing, so perhaps Putin’s declaration of war on Israel will come from that… I guess we will wait and see.
The whole thing is just sickening, really. Regardless of what’s true and what isn’t, and worse — what never was true. It’s all just sickening. To simply say that I’m “so over it” doesn’t really do justice to how worn out I am from all the endless lies.
And speaking of lies…
In a similar vein — in my seemingly endless research for my novella Novitiate, I’m reading this (it is endlessly astounding and mind-numbing):
Talk about going down rabbit holes. It is similar to the articles on MK Ultra and LSD and the counter-culture that I posted links to here a couple of months ago. It’s all connected, really.
(Oh, and isn’t it interesting that a Rothschild produced records for The Doors and Janis Joplin, and that both Columbia Records and Atlantic Records had connections to Washington DC? Honestly, gang, it never stops — the truly sinister underbelly of the music scene in the 1960s.)
Anyway. My brain hurts but I’m feeling better.
Nick Cave sent out a really touching Red Hand File today, to a guy wanting advice about performing songs publicly that were written in memory of his grandfather, who recently died. Or were written under the spiritual influence of his grief.
Part of Nick’s reply:
“But I have come to understand that the feeling of creative control is an illusion, that the songs are predetermined and have their own destiny, that they are not our own…“
You can read it in full here.
When I was a songwriter, I definitely had feelings along those lines. I would sit with my guitar, and a chord would suddenly resonate with me — that would then lead to another chord, then a melody forming, which would end up being a sort of portal for lyrics to come through.
Songs had their own beginnings and my mind was the doorway for it to arrive in the physical.
I have similar feelings about stories and novels, but it’s not exactly the same.
Okay. Let me get started on things here today — well, get started while not doing anything…
I hope you have a great Monday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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James Tabor has been doing a great series on YouTube regarding the many Christians around the world, wanting to connect the Book of Revelation with what’s happening now in Israel. (Meaning: “these are the End Times”.)
He has a new lecture this morning, but there have already been several before this. They are all really thorough and thought-provoking–
Bible Prophecy # 22 Twenty-First Century Expectations–Putting it ALL Together! (31 minutes):
And breakfast-listening music!! When my soul needs peace, this is my go-to song, for sure. (I love you & miss you so much, Tom!!) Enjoy.

