Sunday, February 3, 2019 – Reentry

Gerry gets an “energy burst”. He cleans the hot tub, unpacks, updates our white board, books a hike, goes for coffee with a friend, goes to the green grocer for fresh fruit and vegetables,  picks up the mail, picks up the Yorkie from the dog sitter, brings home a latte for me, goes out again to get soy milk, and I don’t even know what else.

I am barely able to drag my sixty-year-old self from one room to the next.

I stay in my jammies, curl up under a blanket and catch up with my daughter on the phone for two-and-a-half hours, finish unpacking, do laundry, make pasta sauce (grateful from the stores I tucked away last summer), start my Aerogarden, eat said pasta sauce with penne and broccoli, try to watch a documentary on TV but keep falling asleep so set it to record and go to bed at an astonishingly early hour (keeping in mind that my body is still three hours ahead on Mexico time).

Cold and snow expected today. I might hibernate.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. We got significant snow yesterday and last night, classes are not starting until 10:00, which means I’m off again today (and that math test has been put off for the third time – talk about anticipation!). Jammies feeling good!

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