Wednesday, January 28, 2009
For some time, #2 Son and I have referred to the Three Horsemen of the (Domestic) Apocalypse; in other words, the factors that could precipitate the total implosion of Tether's End as an abidable abode. They are identified as "Dirty," "Dark," and "Broken."
The missing fourth has irritated me. Last night I realized it has to be "Can't Be Bothered."
So now I have the complete set. It's good to be clear. Even if only about the nature of the foe.
And in celebration...last night, having finished all the ironing, I sat in my new (to me) platform/glider rocking chair, purchased at the parish silent auction on Saturday, and rocked to and fro, eek eek eek eek, until I was too drowsy to sit up any longer, and then I turned off the television and WENT TO BED properly-- and did not lie down on the couch instead. That's ONCE. "The journey of a thousand miles..." etc.