Breakfast by the fire on our cold winter mornings. Cozy times.
No, I am not particularly worried about the bump on my nose. Of course, we will have it removed. What it really does, is to remind me of Grandpa Skrivseth who had skin cancers removed at different times over the years. He was 83 when he was killed in a bad car crash. At that time he had skin cancer again and prostate cancer, as well. He had stopped fretting his old age cancers. So to my mind it is just an age thing and we’ll let modern medicine have a go at it when needed and I will probably live to a great age and die ordinary.
So it’s ok. I am much more concerned about maintaining a proper sense of well-being in my mind and heart than I am of having a ditch on my nose. Nobody truly cares one way or other how I look anyway. I think you’ll find that most people are quite self absorbed when it comes to appearance… so much so, that mine will register only momentarily on anyone else’s radar.
It is 29 below this morning here. But when I took Ruger out it didn’t feel as cold as yesterday. The stars were bright and close in a still, still morning. Wonderful. Thermometers are ridiculously inept at saying just how the morning really feels.
I don’t know what is in my day yet. I want to plane boards. I want all the extra trashy in-the-way- stuff removed from my house. I want that horrid, dead recliner out of here. Take away the full and messy desk. I want to paint the bookshelves. Let’s order up a dumpster.
Have a good day, amg
The new year commences with plenty of work to do: jobs, daily chores and projects. Besides, we have events to anticipate: a wedding, camping, and another whole round of seasons. There is “something to get out of bed for every morning” while we wait His return when all our earthy anticipations will become obsolete in the glorious delights of His presence.