It Was 3:00 AM

I felt a hand on my shoulder, with a soft tenor sayin', "He's dead!"

Aye. Just one more. He's OK now, though. He's free. Glad to be where he's at, and laughin' over wantin' to stay where he'd been when he was here. Still, goin' to where he's at was not on his free will, though he chose the path before he got here. A martyr-teacher.

I'll never be so masochistic.

Mullethead was up, too. They'd take a nap, later. Now, I was tellin' 'em about all the news updates. Seems like the ultimate financial crash may be upon the world. Glad there was so little time left. 49 days, inclusive of this day. Less than 50 days. 7 weeks tomorrow. Tommorrow. Equinox. Start of the 6th night of the 9th and final wave. Not my culture, but it seems to be real.

Today, we were all up early to clean the house. No one would be goin' back to bed. We'd go to town early, shop, and get mixed Asian food at one of the grocery stores that had a take-away service of fresh cooked food up front. We'd eat at home today. We'd also get ready for tomorrow. We'd lay out incense in the livin' room, the bedroom, and the den. We'd also spread scented oils all over everythin' that wouldn't be damaged. I would also be ritually, delicately ravished as the passive party as I was always on the Pagan holidays.

Now, I guess I ought to get off the Mac, and start gettin' down to business with the housecleanin' so we can get out 'o here by 9:30.