RECOVERY

I was sick. Now I am better. Not much else worth detailing. 

BROAD STROKES

Big deliberate actions instead of frantic fear inspired scramblings

WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO TONIGHT?

TAXES.

You know you are busy when your early morning planning for Friday night brings you to accounting.

Out from the Fog

LET THERE BE LIGHT

I am up extra early today to study the basics of circuits and fixtures. I am working on the Fellini of home wiring- The 3-way Switch, and I have to run to get to work before my foreman loses all respect for my professionalism. I'm on my way Dad.

JUGGLING

In this time of economic downturn it seems only prudent to seek a number of opportunities.  I, however, have my fingers in so many pies that I wake up not knowing what is apple, what is banna cream, what is strawberry rhubarb, or what is chicken pot pie.  Mixing them all together can be quite a gastric-mess, which defines the unsettled feeling I wake to most mornings. 

I don't know what horse to back, what my morning should be devoted to.  I just keep tackling one thing at a time.  Either my stomach is going to get hardier or my palate is going to refine and I will no longer accept that rogue key lime that I only accepted earlier simply because it was on my plate. 

Hopefully, we (I) won't have to worry that all the pies are vanishing, let's pray for an abundance of pie so that we may all have a nice little sliver of our favorite pastry wrapped fillings.  

LOOP HOLES

The last three days I woke up for the sunrise, took note, and proceeded to go back to sleep. Sleeping until 7 or 8 o'clock, not a huge deviation from the program, but a deviation none the less rationalized by the letter of the law. But I am cheating myself, my own objective. The whole point of the sunrise is not to check it off like a task, but to experience the morning. The returns to slumber were a direct result of experiencing the night instead.

No more loopholes; you can't surf in loopholes.