it's one in the morning.  almost missed this entry.  i guess boredom can have the same outcome as busyness.  i love that word.  if spelled correctly, according to English standards, it would be b-u-s-i-n-e-s-s, but that of course means commercial endeavors.  so it keeps its Y, and it defies the logic of our rules.  Lonely becomes Loneliness, Lovely becomes  Loveliness, Hasty becomes Hastiness...but Busy becomes business.  why this digression so early?  because every rule has its exception.  that's the point.  and the more stringent the rule, the more exceptions seem to find their way to the situation.  i believe this to be a fairly universal principle.

so, today was a meditative day of a sort.  i had nothing planned, and so i succeeded.  i prayed when i woke and i ate oatmeal and two fried eggs, and i read and took medicines and i wrote lyrics and i edited a bit and worked on my outline for my new story.  i went to the food truck for lunch, and i waited for the basement people and called my dad to come over since he wanted to be here when they did their thing.  it's been raining most of the day; my bathroom downstairs is leaking from the ceiling. 

i had planned to cook and i did.  i made my sunday dinner, meat loaf and smashed potatoes and green beans.  but i also made a pot of chili and a pot of cod chowder, placed into the refrigerator for later in the week.  the chowder incorporated red cabbage and carrots, the last of my half and half and most of a can of evaporated milk.  the chili finished my last hungarian hot pepper, as well as the rest of the Italian sausage and peppers from my parent's house, from my dad's banquet.  i got a lot of things out of the fridge that needed to be used.  and i have meals for the rest of the week, for the most part;  it was meditative and fun.  and i got my celery cut up and in the freezer for Thanksgiving, so i don't have to buy more then. 

other than that, i've kept the dishes cleaned, i've talked to a couple people and i've kept it pretty casual.  i need to find work, but i know it will come when its time.  sometimes, you have to just relax and remember to tend to the things in front of you, so you can be ready when the thing you're waiting for appears. 

i don't know how the 'exception to the rule' thing fits into this, but it is still a valid point. 

tomorrow, should i be blessed with life, i'm going to my parent's house and i'm going to work on some of the same things, try to get a rhythm established again.  that's the deal, day for day, and be as productive as possible.  Thank you, Jehovah, for a great day.