soft

I congratulated myself on an extraordinary accomplishment today, only to realize that much of the world achieves this particular "feat" every single day. Mr. brought the message at our international church, both the morning and afternoon services, which meant that we were busy pretty much from 7:30 this morning straight through to 7:30 this evening.

[I was, for the record, SO proud of Mr. He did a great job! What a good thinker. And I'm not biased at all! A lot of people expressed appreciation.]

At supper I was thinking we had handled this extremely busy day quite well, when it struck me that most people have schedules this full, most of the time. Even more shocking was the realization that I used to push at an even more hectic pace day in and day out. And I liked it that way.

But I must be getting soft in my "old" age, because by supper time I was wishing for some down time, some quiet reflective time, some chill out time just being with Mr. and the kitty.

Who, by the way, I expected to miss us immensely, seeing as were out of the house a large majority of the day. But alas, she still takes us for granted. Oh, sure. A few purrs when we got home this evening, but that soon passed and she's now busily ignoring me.

Well, she'll be sorry, because tomorrow we leave to spend a few days in another town. I'm going on a photographic expedition. Every year I produce a souvenir calendar, and I'm off in search of good shots.

And that leaves me with two thoughts: one, I was too busy to put much time into getting a photo today, and two, I really need to just post this and get to bed. Hopefully tomorrow I'll have more interesting shots and thoughts.