“To amuse oneself in order that one may exert oneself, as Anacharsis puts it, seems right; for amusement is a sort of relaxation, and we need relaxation because we cannot work continuously.” ~ Aristotle
Rosie the cat is in and out of the cat door. The rooster is unusually quiet this morning. Pale dawn light turned the hazy mountains blue. And I am tired from six days in a row of work. That’s a lot of cat exposure! The point is, I guess, that corralling words from my spinning mind this morning would parallel the old adage about herding cats. Don’t try this at home. That’s what I’m sayin’. And the anxiety? Pretty darned intense today. It’s nothing I can’t handle. Practice makes for skill. There is work to be done in the morning, but me thinks that being parked in my chair, with a cold beer, and a movie streaming out from the computer monitor, will be just the thing. Boy howdy that just might relax my body and mind altogether. Wish me luck, my friends.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously. I do.