It’s 6:30. The furnace thinks I’m now out of bed, and is kicking the temperature up to 68 F accordingly (from 64 overnight, not bad).
I’ve been up for some time – about an hour and a half. I’ve read a National Geographic article on the Lakota people and life on the rez in South Dakota. I’ve read quite a lot of Zadie Smith, review essays in a collection called Changing My Mind. It’s due at the public library tomorrow. Maybe I can figure out how to renew it on line?
I’ve taken my meds, and drunk a glass of water, and eaten two pieces of toast (home-made bread: one with peanut butter, one with honey) and made a POT of coffee from fresh-ground, and drunk most of a mug of it.
Finished the big crossword from the weekend paper. Bundled the weekend paper into the recycle bin. Unloaded the dishwasher from yesterday, and put odds and ends of dirty things in it. Disassembled and cleaned my espresso pot. Added skim milk to my shopping list.
Considered for a bit just what I want to think of as DONE by bedtime tonight: organize my Christmas cards and list…put clean clothes away…write the better part of 50 personal notes to enclose with a seasonal charity appeal…box up some journals for transfer to a library elsewhere…clean the cat’s box…clean the email inbox!!! Write a half dozen overdue letters…vacuum and mop the kitchen floor…clear the kitchen table, the dining-room table, and the laundry-room table. Make a start on the pantry. Concoct vegetable stock for soup base. Think a bit about a meal plan for this week.
Straightened up the sofa cushions (where I slept the first part of the night last night). Made the 187th reaffirmation of resolution not to do that again…
8:30. Bathed, dressed, ready for the day (using the term loosely). The usual swathe of Hummers and Escalades bearing junior-elementary types to the school over the way has come and gone again. It’s looking like a cloudless day on the way (sun just barely-barely UP). Had a glass of juice and read today’s paper and did the easy Monday puzzles (“Japanese sash” in three letters, first letter “o” and last letter “i”), read the obits and the comics and glanced at the editorials. Disregarded the sports section. The National Classic next week involves only the Hated Calgaries and the Hated Torontoes, I am cheering for both of them to lose.
I think I can take this day in 20-minute lumps, if I pace myself. So the next 20-minute lump will be Mattins.
Midnight. The first reading for Mattins was from I Maccabees. It included just about my favourite Scripture verse EVER: "et cecidit elephans super ipsum, et mortuus est illic." And the elephant fell on him. And he died. Well, you WOULD, wouldn’t you?
Spent a happy evening babysitting the wonder-grandbaby. She was undeceived by her parents’ surreptitious departure to choir practice, and disposed briefly to fist-fight her grandma over the Bedtime Question, but settled down and went to sleep quite promptly anyway.
Roads were good, but fog settling in as I drove home. Tomorrow is also a day—and I can’t find my keys.