Shabbat Shalom Dear People:
It seems I lasted all of two days before I fell off and let urgent get in the way of important again, and again, and again.
We will go for better next week, maybe I'll write the night before so you can wake to my greeting, if you are interested.
This week, I got out to be with the people a bit, but did not get to all the follow up I had intended. I also got caught up in management of silliness. I wanted to set mom up have some bills automatically paid, and then we wanted to get some money into her account. And then we learned that another account needed administrative attention, and I got to spend half a day, at least, on that.
I'm writing because I said I should, but don't really know what to say. I didn't want to get up this morning. I didn't get up on time yesterday. I did finally row, though I had had a beer and ice cream prior; so I didn't really have a choice.
I was talking to your mama this morning. I think part of what has us not be as successful as we like is our failure to choose. Well, I should talk for myself. I know I'm good at lots of things, so I start lots of things. The problem is I don't have the time to give my full attention to lots of things.
So I start and stop and start, and let things interrupt, and feel like I come to the end of another week with nothing to show.
It's snowing today, but even that is half-assed. Alex's school was delayed even though we woke to more salt on the street than snow.
We're supposed to get a proper storm tomorrow. At least that's good, except that I left a ladder out on the driveway because I was going to change some bulbs, but then mom said she got a new fixture, but then I changed neither the fixture nor the bulbs.
I think I'm going to go back to bed for an hour, after I call you and wish you all a Shabbat Shalom.