Just back from taking Mom to her physical therapist. It's interesting how much time errands take up. I left the house at around 12:30 for her 1pm appointment, and after doing a *what's for dinner* run to the store (while she was being pulled and tugged), and then picking up something to snack on with her afterward, plus going to the drugstore for her to pick up a couple of things, it was after 3:30pm when I got back home. My goodness, the time passes quickly.
I'm in bed now, re-reading parts of Robert Benson's book,
'A Good Life', that came in the mail yesterday. With Wednesday being a slow day, I was able to sit in the sun out back and read the whole thing. It's only about 80 pages long, and his writing is always restful and comforting. I've not bought all of his books yet, but have a tidy little collection. When my days get a bit wired (more often than I prefer), I enjoy taking out one of his books and having a *moment*. He's good for a deep breath.
Lately am reminded of my favorite quote in the newest Tron movie. Jeff Bridges tells his son, "You're messing with my Zen thing, man."
I love that, and could have it tattooed onto my forehead.
As for now, am resting in bed and the window's open. The least one is here with me, along with the pugs (Gary'll have a fit if he ever finds out that I allow the pugs to get on this bed!) The rest of the kids who are at home are quietly doing whatever it is that they do, and we'll make chicken pie in a bit. And that's about all I know for now. Today's good.
