“Thou shalt write each and every day. The profound and the mundane, thou shalt write of it.”
If I took a picture of the view out my window this morning, you would think it was a spring picture full of bright greens and golds. But it is a deceptive fall view with the trees going through their second growth cycle. Most deciduous trees in this area go through two growth cycles, so stately looking live oaks and the scruffier burleson oaks grow twice as fast. But when you step outside, the fresh breeze sucks the delight right out of you as it merrily clips along at a chilly 52°.
I hesitantly scanned the newsfeeds today, and thankfully there were no new horrors, just the tragic aftermath of the old ones. All the bombings, wars, earthquakes, hurricanes and wild fires seem to indicate a world in distress. But it isn’t the first time in history that the world went mad. Things really can get worse.
So, with those cheery thoughts I sip my morning coffee and organize my thoughts for the day. I am unable to change those events, nor protect myself from them, and I must find my joy in the midst of woes, for such is the lot of mankind. The saga of the new A/C installation continues, so I shall call the installers again. And if necessary, again after that.
It has been a busy time for the dog rescue / transport community, and I have had to turn down several transports. I always feel bad when I do, but I am not the Mother Teresa of transporting. I cannot dedicate my entire life to it. I have one run on the docket for Friday, and a tentative one on Tuesday, and that is just about going to eat up my transport budget.
And the job jar overfloweth. I need to do some prioritizing on that.
But first things first. The coffeepot is not yet empty …