Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below. |
At the beginning of a new week, I pour myself a cup of fresh brewed coffee and contemplate everything on my plate. What are the things I need to do this week? I have to write because I cannot survive the stress or the upheaval caused by packing and moving without writing. I have thank you e-mails to send for the reviews I have received with an apology for being late. I have to write a pros and cons list for the one senior apartment I may be able to afford. I do not want to move there, but I may have not other choice. Therefore, a pros and cons list will help me accept the idea of moving out of Las Vegas. At the beginning of a new week, I sip my coffee and think of all that I must accomplish before the end of the week. I have to finish paying the power bill. I have four meeting to attend (1) a Senior Fair on Tuesday, October 15, at 9:00 am, (2) the Feast of 'Ilm (Will) on Tuesday, October 15, at 7:30 pm, (3) my Grief Counseling Group on Wednesday, October 16, at 4:00 pm, and (5) To Smile again breakfast on Saturday, October 19, at 8:00 am. Is there anything else, besides saying prayers, that I need to do? I have to say prayers and write because those actions are the only things that keeps me sane. I also have to take stuff to the storage unit. I have to eat and I have to stop worrying. Thought of the Day: “If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them.” ― Christopher Moore, Practical Demonkeeping |