Smudge, Scout and Deb let me sleep in this morning, a rare privilege and, considering how exhausted I was last night, a true gift. When I stirred at 7:30am, the indoor temp was a bracing 62°F, which helped explain why I’d slept long and well.
Coffee tastes better on mornings like this.
We were late getting underway for the laundromat. Sadly, Casey’s was out of my go-to fare, breakfast pizza, by the time we got there. Deb suggested I try one of their breakfast burritos, and reluctantly I agreed.
Damn, son. The foil-wrapped delight was right there with the best gas-station grub I’ve ever had.
Eggs. Potatoes. Peppers. Bacon and sausage. All wrapped in a flour tortilla. And it was hot.
I have a new favorite.
Side note — there were ten customers waiting in line when we were ready to check out at Casey’s. Maybe more than that. At one point, the lone cashier made an apology to those assembled, saying that only one register was working and that she appreciated everyone’s patience.
And she meant it.
Nobody grumbled. Folks just waited, understanding that this was a minor inconvenience and not the end of life on Earth.
Oh, and they talked to each other. Perfect strangers talked to each other.
It’s the damnedest thing.
After laundry, we drove to the vape shop and then on to Harbor Freight — it was a freebie-with-any-purchase weekend, and I wanted to purchase a set of three extra-long drill bits.
At the register, we learned that the store had run out of freebies. All three of ’em. These things always are “while supplies last,” and this time supplies didn’t last the weekend.
I bought the bits anyway.
Really, I need to start jumping on these deals on Fridays.
I can do that. I’m retired.
Wildfire danger remains at least “moderate” across our state. The area designated at “high” risk is shrinking, however. Over the last two days, the number of counties imposing burn bans has dropped from eleven to seven.
By the middle of this week, our patch of Ozarkansas is expected to get about an inch of rain from a tropical system cruising up the west bank of the Mississippi.
All good signs.
I’ll truck trash to the transfer station tomorrow morning. Tuesday I’ll light the burn barrel and deal with compost. It’ll be a dump-the-tanks day, too.
These are things I think about. It goes with the territory.
Deb and I did virtually nothing constructive after we got back to The Mountain this afternoon. I put my feet up and took a righteous old-man nap. She sat outside in the fresh air and read a book.
It was the right thing to do.
Taking time to recharge, along with finding (and keeping) our pace, is absolutely essential to living our best Life. It took us years to figure that out.
We’re pretty good at it now.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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