I finished everything on my list for yesterday except the book review. Here’s how our pictures turned out:
I didn’t get quite as much done today, but in addition to the Daily Minimum, I partially cleaned one bathroom, folded more laundry, colored with the kids again, paid my bills, did some online shopping, and cleared off my desk.
It is late afternoon, and I’m pausing to think about what I’ve done so far today and what else I’d like to do this weekend. I already did my Daily Minimum (laundry, dishes, walking, etc.). I also spent nearly two hours coloring with the kids. We’re not quite done yet with our pictures, but they’re coming along nicely, as you can see in the picture below
As to what else I’d like to do today, I would like to finish coloring my picture, though I may leave that for tomorrow. I would like to finish the book I’m reading and write the rough draft of a review for it. I’d like to do another load of laundry and fold the laundry that’s already clean and dry. I’d like to finish this blog post and the one for yesterday that’s in my draft folder. And then I think I’d like to watch a movie. There are several in my queue that might do.
By the end of the weekend, there are a few other things I’d like to accomplish: get all the bathrooms cleaned, pay my bills, order cloth napkins and placemats for Thanksgiving, clear out the dining room, and organize my office. It’s a lot, and I doubt I’ll get it all done, but it doesn’t hurt to be optimistic.
I believe that sometimes the events of our lives carry messages with them and that it’s important to listen to those messages. Whether Someone or Something is behind the messages or whether they’re simply random learning opportunities is, of course, the subject of great debate. I don’t know the answer to that question, and for most practical purposes it doesn’t matter. But just in case there is a power directing the messages, I just want to say in response to the latest one, “Heard, understood, and acknowledged.”
As I mentioned in a previous post, my parents and I are planning to spend Christmas together. But, those plans are already in jeopardy. America registered over 160,000 new coronavirus cases today, and if the numbers continue to be this bad, I doubt I’ll be willing to risk traveling or making contact with my parents.
And I’m so angry, because all those people behaving recklessly, ignoring the experts, refusing to wear masks or socially-distance–they’re ruining Christmas for all of us. If they don’t stop, then what we’re all going to get for Christmas will be 3,000 deaths per day. And it could get even worse, because the virus spreads exponentially, overwhelmed hospitals can’t save as many lives, and a virus that’s spreading unchecked has more chances to mutate itself into something worse.
So if everyone would kindly wear a mask and keep the fuck away from each other for a while, that would be grand.
Yesterday I blocked, unfollowed, and muted half of my Twitter. I just wanted to pretend for a few days that 45 didn’t exist. But, just like everything else we’ve ever done to get rid of him, it didn’t work. I understand why everyone is talking about him, but there are other things going on in the world, and I’d like to focus on them for a bit. Is that really so much to ask?
Today I experienced my first earthquake. No joke. The house shook and rattled. Marshall also felt and heard it, so I knew it wasn’t my imagination. I wondered afterward if it had been an earthquake. My hubby thought it was more likely to be blasting, even though he agreed that Sunday seemed like an odd day for it. But, checking online now, I see that Massachusetts had a 3.6 magnitude earthquake around 9:00 a.m. and that many people in CT and RI report having felt it, too. Wow. 2020 sure does love to shake things up!
P.S. Here is the USGS data for the quake.
If anybody out there in the Northeast is enjoying the warm weather we’ve been having, you’re welcome. Yes, it was I who brought it about when I put the flannel sheets on the bed a few days ago. Enjoy it while it lasts. I will be putting the regular sheets on the bed tonight, and no doubt the weather will turn cold again soon afterward.
It was a bad idea to fall seven days behind in blogging. I knew that before it happened, but I let it happen anyway, and today I suffered for it. It took me half the evening to figure out what I had intended to say, get it all written, and post it. I’m done now, and I guess all’s well that ends well, but I definitely should not allow myself to fall so far behind again!
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