It was a glorious sunrise, or so I was told. I slept in this morning again this morning as my latest ailment relented last night and my body returned to near normal. The bed felt so good, except for the every-two -minute checks from the mutts.
Spent a pleasant lunch with a friend but had to cut the visit short because of the malady. Walked away with a load of homemade honey and cheese that I am sure to enjoy. Sure do wish the visit were today now that I am feeling better. But that is life. We deal with it as it arises.
And this is preparation day again. It is about 2/3 of the way through the fall holy days. Sukkot for Jews, Feast of Booths for Christians. I didn’t build a booth this year of blurred days. I’ll compromise and sit on the porch late into the evenings if the weather permits.
The outrage of cynical political strategy continues with the appointment of a Supreme Court judge. A spirit of ugly has descended upon Democrats, and it doesn’t bode well for liberty. Someone or something has blinded them to the horror that they are unleashing. One can argue the legitimacy of a candidate. But that doesn’t excuse the tactics. Enough said.
So the day goes on, and I look at this fluff of a journal, a little embarrassed at how little I shake the earth. But not too embarrassed to post this.
A late good morning!