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Pretty early for being late. "Hmm?", you ask? Well... Let me explain. No, no time for that. Let me sum up, Buttercup. Instead of waking with the sun at a bit after five, it was half to quarter, or a shy closer still, to seven! I, at first, wondered what I had done wrong... pushed too hard yesterday, stayed up too late? No, I keep the curtains pulled, so there wasn't that. As it turns, it was simply heavily overcast. I seem the definitive leo.
Still, I was up and out by a bit after eight. The sun was out about then too. So I got to work on the socks. Okay, not nearly what it seemed. Pairing, then putting into cotton and dress sock section, or wool, liner, compression sock pile. I'll... bet good money I have as many more still out there, lurking in the shadows, as what I have compiled. Each of those piles filled a medium small box, say what would hold twelve larger olive oil tins. If, remember, I wear 13-14, so one of my heavy woolies might be your rolled up sweater.
There were other clothes, swim wear and gear... which reminds me... anyway... I sorted. Some came down, to be washed. The sun quit as I finished. I checked the temp outside, 58° a bit to half after nine. So I opened everything back up, cleaning litter on the way. I also set the timer for an hour, to feed critters. Then grabbed a perrier, my beer replacement, and began blogging. It's... definitely not beer, but it also doesn't jack diabetes.
Today? Hopefully two sets of two small loads of dishes. One small load of laundry. The other ac in. Perhaps vacuuming parts of upstairs that were recently opened up, then moving things to get the rest of the floor, then hitting everything still open again, doing the steps... partly from up there, partly from downstairs, then vacuuming the open parts of the living room. And, possibly, digging around my chair and the couches as an initial second wave assault on the last of the living room.
Maybe? Or... is that for the day or week? Hmm, actually, I need to get lettuce and else soaking, and have a morning bite. A small piece of that chuck roast and the last of the old lettuce... which is as crisp as the day I processed it. Oh, a trim (beard), shower, and shave (also beard, just closer) as a middling, timewise, thing? Yea. The cool is keeping ME crisp! As I like it. Later.
Not really a response. Just some words from the author John Graves that made me think of you.
ReplyDelete“If you are lucky and reverent, and hush for a moment the doubts in your head, sometimes God will whisper in your ear.”
(from his book "Goodbye to a River".
No argument here. It has taken extreme proximity to death for me to be able to hear. Even then it took a long time. The rest of you have it much easier. Still, I don't mind the pain. A good trade as I see things. He never gives more than we can bear. Some of us must be exceedingly... different.
ReplyDeleteThough, perhaps, you think me too busy? Nowadays, I am always praying. There is always a focus on God. He is always with us. It is we who may drift. As mentioned, even should I sin, I don't close that link. Though I do offer moments for feedback, specifically, beyond that.