Here I sit, nearly a month after writing my last entry wondering what to write about. Many thoughts have come into my mind tagged with ‘I should blog about that’ followed quickly by ‘What I have to say is not important.’ Really, in the scheme of things and life, going on chirping about current events, railing against idiot TV evangelists or whatnot it a waste of cyberspace and energy.
Is there something more productive I could do with the blog? I don’t know. Many bloggers are very creative. I especially love reading Miss Tilney at Dove and Pomegranates. Sadly my creative juices lean more towards cleaning out and organizing not writing. Suggestions and ponderings are welcome.
In the meantime, I am happy to say that five days on an antibiotic the size of a horse pill, cough medicine with codeine, a cough suppressant (pill form), and inhaler my cough, which has been around for 14 or so days, has begun to subside. I no longer sound like I am hacking up a lung every time I take a breath to say a word. Though everyone has enjoyed my forced silence! Is it possible to pull a rib muscle or strain the diaphragm with too much coughing? At least that is better too. Two nights straight of good sleep has helped too.
The snow seems to have subsided so I guess I shall don my winter-wear and fire up the snow thrower/blower (which is correct?). Procrastination.must.stop. Glad we didn’t get the 3 feet (or whatever) our nation’s capital got. I wonder if Pat Robertson is going to have anything to say about the inordinate amount of snow Washington, D.C. has gotten this winter as being God’s punishment/wrath/whatever on the President and his liberal Dems? Geesh.
At the suggestion of my spiritual father, I have begun to read St. Symeon the New Theologian’s Discourses.
Yesterday marked 3 months ago Mom fell asleep in the Lord. It is hard to believe that much time has passed already. February 12 she would have turned 76. Memory eternal!