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Up early, three to four, then back to bed and slept until after seven. Lights out at ten, so how many hours sleep is that, nine hours, too much sleep? IDK & IDC. What in that early dark hour? Hebrew (it's not good, I'm still worrying with the letters) but not the News, and an online article about what our eye movements and pupil size can tell observers about us, almost that the eyes can betray our innermost secrets. Wear dark glasses, I guess, eh?
This is not exactly going to be an intellectual blogpost, I can tell. What activity this morning, then? Online, an article about sea fog (big thing here on the Gulf coast winters and springtime), article about polyamory or polygamy being the next thing after a century or few of monogamous marriage being the norm (and why not, or five-year marriage contracts, considering that's about how long half of marriages last, contract for a specific time and then opt out or renew for another term), an article about counseling, therapy, which is a licensure vocation but which many clergy, meaning well but untrained and only borderline competent, take on anyway.
So now what? Linda started into town, then came back because her car was low on gasoline, so we went down to the Exxon station at Carillon Beach, filled it, she's on her way, and I'm back here at The Pointe, Inlet Beach having the rest of last night's cheeseburger for breakfast. Lunch? I'll bake that pint of oysters that's in the refrigerator.
Wednesday: pox, or pax. 64° going to 74° before mid-afternoon.
Need a picture.
W
This is not exactly going to be an intellectual blogpost, I can tell. What activity this morning, then? Online, an article about sea fog (big thing here on the Gulf coast winters and springtime), article about polyamory or polygamy being the next thing after a century or few of monogamous marriage being the norm (and why not, or five-year marriage contracts, considering that's about how long half of marriages last, contract for a specific time and then opt out or renew for another term), an article about counseling, therapy, which is a licensure vocation but which many clergy, meaning well but untrained and only borderline competent, take on anyway.
So now what? Linda started into town, then came back because her car was low on gasoline, so we went down to the Exxon station at Carillon Beach, filled it, she's on her way, and I'm back here at The Pointe, Inlet Beach having the rest of last night's cheeseburger for breakfast. Lunch? I'll bake that pint of oysters that's in the refrigerator.
Wednesday: pox, or pax. 64° going to 74° before mid-afternoon.
Need a picture.
W