Just got on the computer, checked the news---looked at some blogs and figure a night out with no irritations is a wise move. I can't read the news now, partly because stories are so blown out of proportion, or are written inaccurately---that is, with heavy bias. A person has to read several pieces before even catching a glimmer as to whether honesty has been carried out. Nevermind. I'll take my quiet house (now, that is) with the little girls embroidering and youngest son drawing, anytime over the world out there.
My brain finally feels like it fits my head. All week it's felt like it was about to pop out of my skull. No idea why that happens, or how to prevent it. I realize stress is a factor, and throw in my age and my inability to handle worries as well as I used to. Forget that---I've never really handled worries in a sensible fashion. I worry. That's pretty much it in a nutshell. Need to get in touch with my inner Zen, I reckon.
But now is good. Romeo, our year old part-catahoula is getting the plastic jugs out of the recycling bin and tossing them around the backyard. That's noisy play. The pugs and big dog, Opal, are resting. The kids are doing whatever they need to finish for art day and oldest daughter, who's off today, just tidied up the living room and vacuumed. Her sweet Indian boyfriend will be over later on after they eat out, so I appreciate her cleaning up. I'm not inclined in that area lately. Huh.
Must be off now. Will fold some clothes that are in danger of attracting dust, and need to make an effort, even if it's a bit uninspired. Looking forward to a possible magazine purchase with our bookstore outing. Visual stimulation is always a good thing.
