Sands of Time

Prayer

Getting home was more then welcome. I had a hard day of work, nothingtoo bad but it was just a heavy work load for now. However I knew itwas far from done, I had dinner to make and a plan on what I would dofor my blog later this week. It was a full week of worth to updatejust one time. Of course you only put in an hour or two outside ofwork, unless you were making a recipe which always took longer.

I was thinking of doing a history of chocolate; from when it was justcoco beans and was disgusting but gave energy to when it was refinedby Joseph Fry to make the modern chocolate bar that hasn't reallychanged all that much since 1847. Something that I and all peoplewith a sweet tooth were forever grateful to him. Or maybe I would trymaking a custard with a recipe from the Georgian era and Victorianera to compare how the recipes are different, maybe even with amodern recipe. If I did that I knew you'd have to have a dinner partyat this point, maybe my one co-worker, Tyson, would do so. He hatedto cook anything but loved parties, he probably would be happy enoughto host for me and then if they all came and tried the two (or three)different custards to tell you compare and contrast on the recipes.

Tyson was a kind muscular man who honestly I thought that he mighthave something as far as mental health since he was known toconstantly change. He constantly went through emotions but it waslike clockwork to. I always knew what his emotions would be byremembering what it was before. I had learned how to deal with himand he was shocked that I had realized that as none of our otherco-workers had figured that out.

Despite his almost volatile temper he was a good friend. Someone whowas more then happy to allow for my history buff nature and give hislarge home where he shared with family and family friends for all ofyou to had dinner as well as with co-workers. It was so nice to bearound so many different people who always were very nice even if atfirst they were suspicious of me. I think they calmed down when theyrealized I had no romantic interest in Tyson funny enough.

Though there was the problem of Kohmus still...I couldn't exactlytake him with me there. There was nothing that I could think toexplain him to them, and honestly when he wasn't standing right infront of me, I couldn't even explain it to myself.

A mummy. A actual living mummy; or undead as the case may be.

Still I would make a decision about what I would be doing after anhour or so of research later. Whatever I didn't pick would keep tillanother week. And I would have to remember to prepare something formy crock pot, because the longest day of my week when it came tomaking the blog would be tomorrow no matter what I chose. And I didnot want to have to worry about making dinner when you got home aswell. Because whether I was looking up the intricate of chocolatefrom the coco bean, to Joseph Fry, to being made by Hershey for theworld war and being part of soldiers rations to the sweet that it wastoday or if I was finding recipes for two (or three) differentcustard recipes and making as many plans as I could it would take awhile.

When I entered, unlocking the door slipping in with my purse andlunchbox I locked back up, I never took any chances. Thankfully Ididn't have any work you would have to take home, as it was rare butnot impossible. I was going to call out to Kohmus but froze when Isaw him, sitting cross legged with his back to me, the pillar candlesitting on my coffee table on the glass dish meant for candles, itwas decorated with the wax from candles long since burned.

He was speaking in a language I could not understand but still I keptquiet as he kept going and it sounded almost like a prayer. I hadseen this plenty of times, but in different ways; Catholics prayingto saints, Muslims with their face to the ground praying to Allah,Buddhists meditating, Christians praying to their god, Jews lightingthe menorah or pagans lighting their candles for rituals reminded meof what he was doing most. It was...familiar no matter how differentit was.