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Jan. 24th, 2026 06:09 pmToday I suppose was the inevitable reaction after exerting ourselves more than usual. I woke up too early, and both of us ended up going back to bed for a fairly extensive nap. That was hardly a bad thing. It was great. Then we didn't really do anything, unless you count our favorite occupation of sitting in a warm, comfy spot reading and listening to music and occasionally texting with someone who sends us a friendly greeting or amusing observation. We also share our own observations, and of course we appreciate and savor each other's sagacity and wit. It's a win-win all around. These are the times when one appreciates being retired. It's still brutally cold, and we neither wanted to go anywhere, nor did we need to.
There was an original plan for the Sparrowhawk to make one of his excellent stir fries for us to eat after going to church. However, in the afternoon, his revived energies started to flag, and he decided that maybe another nap would be in order. I proposed that we not go to church, and that he should rest up while I cooked something. We had chicken and mushroom gravy with a splash of white wine, over rice with green beans. Tron's sweet and sparkly birthday card arrived, to join the Nipper's magical one, and a friend of this blog sent a thoughtful card too. Last night, I got to talk to both Tron and the Philosopher. Tron showed me the pizza that the Lumberjack was making for dinner. It looked awesome!
I forgot to mention two celestial gifts I had yesterday, in addition to the brilliant sunshine. As we were going out, I saw a gorgeous sundog of unusually delicate and luminous colors. And on the way home, the early waxing crescent moon appeared directly across from our door in the west, like a silver dish in which some crystalline elixir was being offered as a bedtime potion. There are many treasures in my heart to carry with me over this threshold.
There was an original plan for the Sparrowhawk to make one of his excellent stir fries for us to eat after going to church. However, in the afternoon, his revived energies started to flag, and he decided that maybe another nap would be in order. I proposed that we not go to church, and that he should rest up while I cooked something. We had chicken and mushroom gravy with a splash of white wine, over rice with green beans. Tron's sweet and sparkly birthday card arrived, to join the Nipper's magical one, and a friend of this blog sent a thoughtful card too. Last night, I got to talk to both Tron and the Philosopher. Tron showed me the pizza that the Lumberjack was making for dinner. It looked awesome!
I forgot to mention two celestial gifts I had yesterday, in addition to the brilliant sunshine. As we were going out, I saw a gorgeous sundog of unusually delicate and luminous colors. And on the way home, the early waxing crescent moon appeared directly across from our door in the west, like a silver dish in which some crystalline elixir was being offered as a bedtime potion. There are many treasures in my heart to carry with me over this threshold.
