Wednesday has broken. Feb. 8, 2023 has arrived on the calendar’s red carpet. Sunshine splashes through all the southern and eastern windowpanes. Cats find floor beams. The weather advisors say it’s 36 degrees F in my Ashlandia slice, sunny with few clouds, and a high of 56 degrees F on the plate. Sunrise cracked the night at 7:16 this morning while sunset is out over 5:34 PM. That’s enough daylight to lift my spirits and unplug me from that SAD cycling.
Springish clues turn my head to yard clean up and prep. Bushes and trees to be pruned and tidied, more leaves to be cleared from the yard. Want the house painted this year, too. Hiring folks for that.
Breakfast — oats with walnuts and raisins, flavored by cinnamon — has been consumed, cats attended three or four times. Half a cup of coffee drunk, black, no sugar.
My hospice friend is no longer on hospice. He finished the journey, eighty years old. On the other hand, Mom keeps fighting on, delivering news that she has ‘abdominal cocoon syndrome’. Fascinating what happens in our bodies.
I have a song in mind today from 1968, “Pictures of Matchstick Men” by Status Quo. It’s a classic in the sense that it brings home that sixties psychedelic sound. Hope you give it a listen to see if you know it, remember it, like it.
To the clouds and beyond. Stay positive. Make this day yours to remember. More coffee, please. Cheers
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It’s mid-week, Michael. Time to start getting ready for weekend. Any big plans? Will you watch the Superbowl? Cheers, M
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Great song, and never heard of that syndrome …
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I agree with you about the song. I hadn’t heard it in full for a while (my mind usually only plays snippets on repeat), I was pleased by how much I enjoy the whole thing. No, I’d never heard of Mom’s syndrome before. There’s always something more to be learned. Thanks for reading and commenting. Cheers
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Indeed and you are very welcome 🙂
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