Missed the early morning intelligent discourse time segment of my mind, and it was wasted cleaning the bathroom and the clutter from the other rooms in preparation for the family’s descent upon the premises. I wander from one room to the next moving books, computer parts, mail, ironing, and miscellaneous items from one spot to another until they all land down the cellar in an attempt to hide them in a place where I can easily bring them back up when I need them. In fifteen years, I’ve never brought anything back upstairs before at least two years.
I’ve started a post on Literature, and have a few thoughts on other would-be entries, but they’ll have to wait until I do a bunch of framing so my customers’ homes will look nice tomorrow at the expense of my own. I also guess I should run out and buy a turkey…
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology