For anyone in the house who asked me what I was planning for today, I told them I was STAYING AT HOME, with little possibility of a change in that idea. Every day this week, I've had either errands to run, or places to go. Today is the day to stay here, putter to my heart's content, tidy where tidying needs to happen, vacuum, dust, re-arrange, read, and nap. I think I'm due.That feeling I had earlier in the week of feeling out of sorts with the house has continued, and it's time to deal with it. When we finish dinner at night, I have a habit of lighting a tea light (vanilla or cranberry) on the stove and a candle on the cabinet in the living room. When I don't do that because of a heavy layer of dust and clutter ranging around, I feel unsettled. Routines are good. And the ones that cause the house to look tidy and cared for rank up high for me.
Dinner is deep-dish pizza, and already asked Gary if we could maybe rent a movie for tonight. A good way to end the week. It's been pretty cool for him, anyway. A woman he's done work for before needs a bid for a couple of pieces of custom furniture. Work has been steady for him the entire Summer. God remains to be good. Not that I'd forgotten. He is faithful---me, not so much, but working on it. A mother gets distracted.
