It was 6 degrees and mostly sunny this morning, and frost on the car when I went to go to work. I stayed up too late writing and didn’t get to bed until almost midnight. So I set an alarm for 7 a.m. but was up a few minutes before that. I usually am. Got a shower and ate a bowl of cold cereal, which I almost never do. I like waking up without an alarm, which means I have to be in bed at a decent hour, so I can be up early enough to have quiet time, and as the year ages, to sit and watch the sunrise.
Then I made coffee and put some leftover hamburgers and buns in my lunch box for work.
Tawnya had a doctor’s appointment this morning at 10 a.m.. Steven took her. She sent me a picture of her stitches. They winched them down real good and tight. Not a lot of site swelling. I missed Mass tonight because I went out and got stuff for dinner and then cooked. Wasn’t watching the time.
I need to get in a routine where I start dinner in the morning, in the Instant Pot or Crock-Pot.
I left the dishes last night – the kitchen had been cleaned before dinner – I did most of them this morning, and the rest when I got home. I guess the kitchen is my domain since nobody else seems to be concerned about it. And that is fine. I need order in my life and a clean environment, or my ADHD kicks in and I can’t concentrate.
I think a lot of that has to do with not owning a lot of things, and I’m going to be spending this next year paring down until I’ve reached the Philosopher’s Ideal, happy with the fewest possible possessions. Possessions possess us as much as we possess them. That isn’t necessarily a bad thing, I don’t think, at least in the right circumstances. If you have a bicycle, you need to be a person who bikes, not a person who has a bike in the shed that he never uses. If you have a whole grain beer brewing setup, you need to be a brewing man or give it to someone who will brew beer for people.
I’m going to be throwing away and giving away a ton of stuff I don’t need and don’t want over the next dozen months.
Also, to go with this whole trail journal spiritual theme, I think I’m going to start tagging my posts with either a “trail day” tag for the days when I actually get intentional and put in some “miles,” or otherwise tag them as a “zero-day” or a “nearo day.” That’s when you’re off trail or mostly off-trail. Today was a nearo since I got up so late, but did get a good way through the Liturgy of the Hours on my break times at work, and that kept me spiritually grounded. But the zinger was… I missed Mass. Definitely a nearo.