Break Time

Friday was as Friday usually is. Besides the normal Friday things, the editor had emailed that the HTML expert had evidently dropped off the planet and could I insert the links on a few of the mobile lessons? I did the first one but since it’s tedious, I let it go at that for the day. It isn’t difficult. It’s time-consuming and nit-picky. I went a step farther and put the day anchors in since he’d forgotten those, too.

Cuz sent me a private message on Facebook. She’d come over but the door was locked. Guess old habits die hard because I could’ve sworn I’d left it unlocked. By that time, it was well after sundown. Our visit would have to wait for another time.

Today was Church in the Park. Since I’d have to go down my mountain, across the valley and up another mountain, then more miles to the park—oh, and the pavilion is far enough away from bathrooms for my comfort…well, what I’m getting at is I didn’t plan to go.

When I woke at the time that seems to be habitual, I got up and took my meds and went back to bed. It was cloudy and cool after a night of rain. It had started pouring shortly after dark and went on for I don’t know how long. I didn’t wake again until almost 11.

It’s probably because of too much sleep but I’ve felt out of it all day. I’d been looking forward to going to hear one of my favorite people sing with a quartet but I started having doubts. I agonized about it for hours and finally made up my mind that I wasn’t going anywhere. It was cool and damp and I didn’t feel up to it.

After I’d made the decision, I “did” two more lessons and uploaded them. “…it is lawful to do good on the Sabbath” and I view that as doing good.

I got out the romaine I’d washed yesterday and made a good-sized salad complete with Campari tomatoes, avocado and sweet onion. I was down to eight super duper gut bombs but now I’m down to seven. I ate it by itself and it was yummy.

It was just past sundown but still twilight. I went to lock the door when I saw Cuz coming out of her house. I stood there and, sure enough, she was coming over here. I was waiting at the door when she came up and reached for the handle. That’s when she spied me and the look on her face was priceless. Guess you’d have to call it “startled”. We had a nice visit, she went home and here I am.

I never made the bed today so it’s cranked up and ready for me to crawl in. I’m not going to predict when that will be because I’m never right.

4 Responses to Break Time

  1. Lila October 11, 2015 at 8:28 am #

    Guess your indecision about going to hear the quartet turned out to be a decision. Isn’t that often the way it happens? At least in my life, it is.

    • Tommie October 11, 2015 at 9:02 am #

      I should have accepted the inevitable sooner.

  2. Mary Jane October 11, 2015 at 3:59 pm #

    I wondered if the church would still go to the park with the weather so unfavorable. I stayed home from ours this year, but we did have SS and church for those who didn’t go to the mountain.

    • Tommie October 11, 2015 at 8:51 pm #

      That’s the reason for the pavilion. Rain or shine, it’s Church in the Park.

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