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Sunday, March 11, 2018

The Lost Hour

Sunday evening now.  the day is quiet again.  Syd has long gone home, to the drama that her life is now.  i've done the day, and all that it held, and am now working on TO DECEMBER, trying to get it ready for purchase.  it's been a long day, and the lost hour doesn't make it any better. 

i was glad for Sydney's company yesterday and today.  i know she has a rough way to go, and i hate to impose upon her, but sometimes i do have need of some relatively sane presence in my life, and she is at least of my genetic material.  watching anime with her, making us meals, it was a lot like some of the more calm old days that we had.  no complaints.

i got up before 5, which i found odd considering how poorly i fell into sleep and how much medicine i had to take to get the gout flare to settle down.  regardless, i was up, i did move slow through the day and Syd was up early as well.  i said my prayers, she got the coffee pot started and i got breakfast on for us.  i did take my meds, take my readings as well.  she got herself cleaned up and i did as well.  she'd planned to come to the meeting with me, but her back was hurting and i took her home.  i'm more inclined toward the belief that she was just not wanting to be in her own space, as she and Joe are really in a bad way right now.  but i took her home, came back for a spell, gathered my meeting things and made my way there.  had two pick ups today, and one was disruptive at the meeting but we aren't all on the same page or in the same place.  i left the meeting, went to Lonnie's house, had dinner there and watched a movie and now i am at home working on my book.  i had an issue with Adobe yesterday as far as working on the metrics of the manuscript but i got it worked out and am moving forward now.

i wanted to jot this stuff down, so that i stayed on track and am attempting some consistency.  i'm glad that i got to do the things that i did, and i'm grateful to Jehovah as always, as i received what i needed when i needed it, without really having to ask for it at all. 

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