I’m headed back to work in about eight hours.
Lea’s van is home from the body shop, and our home’s new HVAC system is working marvelously. I am thankful for both of these things.
I will soon replace most of the guest/boys’ bathroom because of a long-undetected leak that has caused significant damage. I am working on recasting this initial sadness as being thankful for this opportunity to learn new skills.
(I told Lea this afternoon it was like God was in my ear saying “So you were serious about Me helping you to be more philosophical, right?”)
There were two things I specifically wanted to do with the Christmas break. I was going to pick my guitar back up. And, I was going to resume reading for pleasure much more regularly than I have been. I didn’t do either one.
I’m going to have to figure out how to spend the necessary bandwidth to maintain my lifestyle and still have enough left over for right-brained pleasures.
Even if that lifestyle maintenance has been particularly heavy for the past couple of months, it never goes away. There’s always something. Perhaps too many easy months have made me soft.
I did notice, driving between Home Depot and Lowe’s in Madison today, that our new movie theater is coming along nicely.