In the morning, I catch up on Story Circle Network business while Gerry runs errands, then we spend a chunk of the day organizing and rearranging. I make an apple pie, because that’s what you do in October, and while it bakes I brew a cup of soy milky frothy coffee (my first of the day) and put my feet up. The rest doesn’t last, but I enjoy the few minutes I squeeze out.
It’s Taco Tuesday, a new and loose tradition we established with Makiya, so supper is easy. Tacos and apple pie (or leftover apple crisp). I know, it’s a strange combination. What can I say? We play a game of Clue while we enjoy desert. Usually, the game confuses me, but this time I win. Maybe weariness is my Clue superpower.
At one point during the night I realized I was awake. It was the strangest thing. Middle of the night waking is usually a gradual awareness of moving into liminality. This time it was different. I simply and suddenly realized I was wide awake. I prayed for a while, rolled over, and returned to sleep easily. Perhaps what was needed was accomplished.
This morning I’m stealing away for a 90 float in a sensory deprivation tank. Part of me is afraid I’ll fall asleep and miss the experience. Another, perhaps wiser, part of me believes that, like my nighttime wakefulness, what is needed will be accomplished.
Meanwhile, the three adults, one twelve-year-old, two Yorkies, and one cat who live in this house for the time being are settling in and finding our way. We older folks are learning our limits. And so it goes.