I’m here. Tom and I went to the hardware store to get a new ceiling light for Kathleen’s room. We had some lights in the garage, but they didn’t work. The new one does. Why does everything have to be so difficult!
Now I’m puttering around not working on typing up everything from last night’s Stewardship meeting.
There is another Chirstmas(?) card in the mail from you today, so I though I’d wait for it to come before I answered the other two that are waiting patiently.
I took the trash out and saw a perfectly good TV box in the dumpster, so I rescued it for some of the wall stuff that will need to be packed. I will have to order book boxes soon, but I want to see if I can weed out some more books before I get a final count. Book boxes are good for kitchen things, too, especially canisters and dishes.
So. The letter to Charlie is in the mail, and I need to try and get an email written to a niece and nephew in Central Utah, but I really don’t feel up to any of it. I just want to be a slug.
The theological answer is long. The short answer is because it can and because it doesn't like us.