Thursday, April 11, 2019 – Routine

Work every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail.

 Ernest Hemingway

The cool, wet days that have come with April are a blessing. I feel no tug to be outside digging in the dirt instead of writing in the silence and solitude of my woman cave. I’ve established a routine: write until noon, lose at chess while lunching with Gerry, then get out and do something in the afternoon.

Perfect for now.

 

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.
3 comments
  1. Your routine describes me – without the chess. Walking is my game!
    Are those hyacinths up close?

    1. They’re lilacs, Marian. I shot them last spring. Eagerly awaiting this year’s bloom. 🙂

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