A good day.

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A simple day.  I won't be doing any timber work, I won't be lifting iron, nothing fancy and not much.  I don't hurt, I am not too tired, and I do believe I will get to some work fairly soon.  Hmm, actually, I think I already refreshed the rinse the dishes were in.  A load or two of laundry, perhaps another cycling of the dish rinse, then setting a timer.  If I leave the hot rinse go too long, drying the dishes doesn't work well.  As well, putting on a roast, and getting a bath or shower today.  It's actually a lot, until I get back up to speed.

My mother called.  She was on my mind.  I was just 'inches' away from calling her, I just hadn't quite done it yet.  Actually I was probably waiting a bit to make sure I didn't disturb her sleep.  The rare times she does sleep in, she needs it.  And, yet, someone often calls and ruins her rest.  I should know.  That is often me.  Of course she ruined more of my sleeping in than you could imagine.  Something about "school".  Well, she gave it serious effort anyway.  Still, I have pity on the woman.

Surgery, it seems.  While her primary said this, one specialist said not, so another specialist was consulted because the primary and my mother sensed the first specialist was being ageist... or had some other personal problem with care for my mother.  At one time I would have thought it just paranoia.  Now, however, I know better.  Watch yourselves out there folks, some doctors will kill you for not being in line with whatever moral or social codes they prefer, to include simply being too old... if there is such a thing.  Anyway, it turns out it was probably gall stones.  So, tomorrow, they will be removing or shattering what they can.  I think she is a bit frightened.  I wish I lived closer.  Though I think the call helped.  I only wish I had been the one to make it.  Still...  Yes, yes, she is on my prayer list.  Oh, if you would be so kind as to say a little prayer for the old girl I would be quite grateful.  She put up with me, she doesn't deserve more woe.  *wink*

It's a medium day.  No heavy light, but some.  I might open the shades, let in a bit of what is available.  Or... not.  I am hoping to get things arranged and moving before long.  This week is meant to be an active week.  Perhaps a bit of shopping.  Maybe a day out with the camera.  And of course a bit of work on the cave.  Days and nights are correctly set up, but the cycle is fragile.  I won't worry about it.  I am mostly concerned with being as active as possible, eating as rightly as possible, taking medications as well as I can, and doing the little things.  Well, and at least sleeping enough.  I can't worry about the actual schedule.  Oh, and... maybe figuring out confession and Mass, which means clothes and shoes.  Gah!  I'll... try.

Later.