A quick post here this morning; in fifteen minutes this apparatus is turned OFF for the day. In words repeated oftener than anything else in my memory, "There's going to be a new regime around here!!!"
This is a "statuary" holiday hereabouts, as a friend likes to say. The sun is shining, the winds are calm, there is nothing ominous in the forecast. Festivity is imminent all around and about, culminating in "illuminations" on the Big Ol' Bridge tonight, and fireworks. I intend to take it all on trust. Standing in a crowd, in the dark, in a cloud of mosquitoes, is not really all that much fun.
But today is a new day. I have started with a new morning routine. And a modest frittata (green onions, jalapeno, spinach, cheese, and 2 farm eggs) and 2 pieces of toast (homemade bread). There is a pot of half-caf coffee on the warmer. The bed is made, the bathroom is tidy, I am showered and dressed (and medicated and "vitaminized") and insofar as such a thing is possible, READY FOR THE DAY.
A new schedule, a new way of managing time and space and chores. I am about to sit down with bookbag, reading specs, reading journal and pen, and READ AND READ AND READ. It may be what I'm all about, from here on.
After while, I intend to go outdoors for a time, with my hat on, and walk in an intentional way.
But not to do errands. Tomorrow, errands -- library and pharmacy and grocery store and bank and post office.
Today, I'm reading and walking. And eating delicious leftovers; cold roast beef and cold potatoes and carrot/cabbage slaw and carrot sticks and hummus and Washington State black cherries.
Then I'm going to read some more.
Back atcha, anon.