Day of Rest

Well, here we are of a Sunday, home the whole day through. The sky is cloudy, the ground is white and soggy. We have done laundry. We have done dishes. We will cook and do a bit of cleaning. We have had a heart to heart talk, something we find necessary every so often, cleans the nozzles of communication.

Harriet called via Skype this morning and we caught up on each other’s news. There wasn’t anything earth shattering to discuss, which is just how I like it.

Terra and Lares are preparing to spend time with Lares family, as they gather to honour Lares Grandfather, who is in palliative care. A sad time for Lares and his family.

The bills are piling up beside my desk. I am now in a luxurious position, I feel satisfaction each time I glance their way; we will have the money to pay them before they are actually due. I restrict my power struggles to trivial matters like paying my bills; triumph!

If I had a lot of money… a frequent topic of conversation. If I was going to be frivolous with money, this would be near the top of my frivolous heart’s desires:

Worldly Distractions

Weather

-2 °C
Condition: Cloudy
Pressure:102.2 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: -2.0°C
Dewpoint: -5.9°C
Humidity: 75 %
Wind: NNW 21 km/h
Wind Chill: -8

Quote

“Walking is man’s best medicine.”
Hippocrates
460 BC – 377 BC

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