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I have a bug. Not bugs as in the wee beasties that almost destroyed my house and caused a major downsizing a few months ago. I think this is either viral or it's an old man bacteria thingie. I'm certain that a visit to the clinic this evening is in order. It's 80 degrees in here and I'm sweating like a piggy. Be that as it may, it's forcing me to do something I haven't done much of lately: It's forcing me to rest. Rest is good. I need to rest my poor little mind. So I'm in this season of reset. I think it started a week or two ago. Maybe it's why there were so many delays in getting my furniture. I'm thinking it was all supposed to come together last week, but I still don't know why. I do know I'm experiencing something during this period and it's a transformation of the way I think and see the circumstance of my life. It's one circumstance and I don't have the power to fix or change it. I can't defeat ...