The Wee Hour's

Relations,

Good Morning. The time is 0215.

The sounds and noises are back with a vengeance and are so bleeding loud. Like loudly loud!

My right-good-bad-hard-of-hearing ear has been picking up Top Secret Codes and Data in encryption. Some how, some way, I not only learned Morris Code I also learned to interpret messages from Moscow, London, Cairo, and Cape Town. Many of these messages pertain to maneuver's being conducted with the CIA, the FBI, the KGB, and the Mounties of Canada. Sometimes there is much conflict and intense messages. Sometimes sad...

...sometimes I feel the same way too. I never lived in a submarine before, but living in Medical Exile is a distant second.

I am dizzy. The nausea is mid range after having the projectile vomit earlier. And my skull perspires.

"There is nothing more we can do", is what I have been told. Reported to. Informed of. My word.

My left Deaf ear has been listening to this hoovering UFO over my Lodge and sanctuary since this afternoon. The frequency of sound increases and then decreases just to pick it back up in moments. I smelled the exhaust earlier too, but when I went to garden, there wasn't any UFO's.

I just picked up a frantic Morris Code. This time in my Deaf left ear - above and over the hoovering sound of the UFO. WTF is this, I say?

At this moment I can not sleep. I have tried. Actually, I went to bed early in hopes of falling off to Dream World earlier than usual. I read a bit. Some old letters from old friends. I located one on the fb! Another is a former soldier and friend who served with me over seas. I was alerted to she by my Life Long Friend. My heart is so happy...

...my Spirit's enlightened.

These foikin' sounds and noises are really beyond my comprehension!

I have nothing more to say.