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All Saints of Shadow
Nov. 1st, 2024 10:10 pmI'm really only posting to keep myself from falling into desuetude again, as I have annoyingly nothing to report. I slept better last night, thank goodness, but I'm still coughing so much that it enrages me. If I were still doing martial arts, I'd just line up a big stack of boards and get my lovely assistant to hold one up to be shattered each time I have a coughing fit. BAM! Take that! I could at least express my displeasure. But smashing dozens of boards daily, while a relief to my mind, would probably be hard on my poor old body, which has suffered enough.
In order to get a decent amount of sleep, I had to sleep rather late, and so a lack of accomplishment ensued. I put away a few things, including the laundry. The wind has died down, and now the cold front has settled in, and it's chilly. The wind did us a favor and blew almost all the leaves away from our front yard! I don't know who has them now, but they are no longer my problem. I read a few more chapters of Dante's Inferno in anticipation of our book club tomorrow. We're trying hard to get out of Hell this week.
Toward the end of the day, the sun came out and clung like drops of honey to the few tattered yellow leaves of the maple in the front yard. I savor every drop, for soon there will be no more. I feel far less sanguine on the first of this month than I did on the first of October. I feel I've been losing ground and don't know how to catch up. I miss the summer already.
In order to get a decent amount of sleep, I had to sleep rather late, and so a lack of accomplishment ensued. I put away a few things, including the laundry. The wind has died down, and now the cold front has settled in, and it's chilly. The wind did us a favor and blew almost all the leaves away from our front yard! I don't know who has them now, but they are no longer my problem. I read a few more chapters of Dante's Inferno in anticipation of our book club tomorrow. We're trying hard to get out of Hell this week.
Toward the end of the day, the sun came out and clung like drops of honey to the few tattered yellow leaves of the maple in the front yard. I savor every drop, for soon there will be no more. I feel far less sanguine on the first of this month than I did on the first of October. I feel I've been losing ground and don't know how to catch up. I miss the summer already.
