For a while now I’ve been lamenting my memory; it’s not what it once was. Details and dates are long forgotten. So is anything that doesn’t make my phone, including engagements in my calendar and items on the grocery list.
Odes To Joy
I’m in the middle of something here. I’ve had a total and complete commode moment happen, and I can’t yet tell you how it’s a good thing, because I’m still in the middle of it – in the waiting period. I’ve never written an installment during this stage of the turnaround, until now.
I was in the basement hallway earlier this week and noticed a wall switch and outlet that have never been updated to match everything else. Rather than pay the electrician $90 an hour for something that would take him less than fifteen minutes to complete, I decided to do it myself.