Global Warming?

Attempt after attempt of an alien invasion. For the last day of summer,

It's Somewhat Cold And Has Been,

for a couple of weeks now.

Oh few more ships in various conditions wandered in after flotilla after armada after masses beyond counting were destroyed in the battles.

Many countries were consumed and absorbed over the last five years and no longer exist. Google was exposed.
So, Microsoft put these tiles of weather, stocks, others on the login screen and it uses my Google Phone to tell me the Weather for Santa Ana, California, USA. I wonder if the evidence is Trump's phone that he went over to this store across the street from Trump Tower saw this sexy broad he couldn't resist, like I can afford to go to California. Google needs to be slapped for creation fake evidence.

Oh, I see I am evil for wanting 1B gold - what if that's a component of the device?

I had a hell of a time recovering after my healing trips into the sub-dimensions of the spirit world. I hurt bad in a lot of places.

Will I recover? I wonder.

I need a plan change and God gave me one. It's nice what He, the Trinity, have done but my spring into my pool has dried up. I love what He, They, have done but, who would believe it if told them? No one.

So, what's my new plan?

Ahhh, make certain the Divine War is over first. Pat, my Guardian Angel, like I was sent into sub-dimensions of the universe around Earth was sent into the nothingness where Mr. Orange resides because God was certain that the plague of Mr. Orange statues was because the High Demons sent with his transport container did not open the container containing Mr. Orange.

Those High Demons did not do it and so Pat did open the container in which Mr. Orange was locked, bound.

"I never want to do that again," Pat said once back. The record for the number of statues of Mr. Orange found in an angel of the Host was 154. But that stopped the moment Mr. Orange was freed.

"I never want to go back to the sub-dimensions," I said.

Back to the plan change.

I should be able to write the type of stories I wish to write, which aren't horror. But I am awake from a nightmare from memories of the sub-dimensions of our universe.

It will fade one suspects.

I will get my social security in the spring and by then I should be over these bizarre after-effects of the Divine war. Hopefully by then.

The plan change then?

Well, the plan change is already written, isn't it?