Another relaxing day.

Laundry.

Blogs and email.

Errands.

Starbucks - Toffee Mocha Coffee and

a Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffin outside in the sunshine. . .

Visiting.

A bit of paperwork.

Reading on the porch

while the computer does a backup and a defrag.

Dinner and back to my coffee table books

and half-listening to television . . .

On the Dove dark chocolate wrapper from yesterday evening . . .

"Worry wastes wisdom" by Sandra of Somerset, New Jersey.

Today was, and hopefully will continue to be,

a perfect day off of work.

I went to sleep last night listening to

a Christian radio station and

woke this morning with sweet songs in my head.

I made a quick drop-off at Churches in Mission

under these wondrous clouds and bluest of skies . . .

The clouds have been here all day . . . beautiful.

Then I went to out to lunch with Mary

and enjoyed great food (Panera Bread)

and even greater conversation.

Relaxing.

This face found me while I was touring Mary and Dave's new motorhome . . .

Next stop was the used bookstore

where I still have LOTS of credit.

I bought 7 books,

no novels,

but some poetry, educational, a Joyce Meyers,

a devotional-type, photography,

and two non-fiction bestsellers.

Then I walked next door to the consignment store for women's clothing

and bought this great [purple] bag for toting books and stuff

when I'm out and about.

When I stopped for fuel,

I realized that I do love primary colors . . .

Back home, I sat on the porch swing,

two sleeping dogs nearby,

and finished the 7th novel in Jan Karon's Mitford series.

I'm re-reading the entire series

and it's just as good the second time,

maybe better.

"Dinner" - ha - will be a hodge-podge, no one home but me . . .

And, I plan to spend the evening on the couch 

surrounded by books and notebooks, tea, a bit of dark chocolate,

half-listening to the television and hopefully talking to Vince

when he checks in from Tennessee.

Today and everyday . . .

Soli deo gloria

To God alone be the glory.

Random . . .

Food for thought from "Time and the Art of Living" by Robert Grudin,
Chapters 12 and 13 (the last):

XII.16  In the heat of action, the mere ability to remember our principles, our goals and the specific reasoning behind the course we have taken is an element of courage.  Memory is fear’s first victim.

XII.22  Journals can serve many purposes – creative, professional, psychological; but no matter why we keep them, they are a boon in locating our vagrant awarenesses within the broader expanse of time.  And indeed they can slow time down by reminding us, again and again, of the breadth and fullness of a single day.

XII.23  In writing your journal give primary attention to detail; for it is detail which organizes and preserves experience for your future self or some other reader.  ///  I failed to record how we looked, what we saw, the minor eccentricities of circumstance which gave special character to a day.  I mistakenly assumed that one could discuss the heart of things without discussing the surface of things.

XIII.1  We love only when we love across time, when love offered is love remembered and love promised.

XIII.4  Happiness may well consist primarily of an attitude toward time.  Individuals we consider happy commonly seem complete in the present.  Yet paradoxically they give an impression of permanence and consistency.  They do not change greatly from day to day.  They choose and patiently develop lengthy projects.  They love remembering past experiences and making plans; they speak of past and future as quiet extensions of their own being.

Vince and buddies have left on a motorcycle

camping trip.

Vince and me reflected twice in his bike . . .

Just before he left . . .

On my way to Bible Study . . .