Year 6.35 was a dangerous virus week. Monday was still normal as normal be but bad signs are everywhere. I bought flowers and visited my chiropractor who gave me new meds to boil. I’m an expert by now.
Day two was monthly mandated chapel for all. It’s not doing much except a change in perspective and philosophy. It’s blessed enough to have five for lunch. Senior has flown.
Wednesday was a full day vacation where I worked on my Spanish grammar. I’m content as content be. I had to work harder on a replacement sermon after knowing sunday speaker Dean is sick.
Day four was back to boiling my new Chinese medicine again the second round. It’s harder to soak than boil them. The colors are terrible and so is kitchen cleaning.
Friday was a hair cut to remember the monthly anniversary of Doris’ loss. At night the virus lockdown was tighter for the infection increase.
Day six was lunch with Marion but night was bonkers when they announced the cancellation of worship.
I feel for buddy in his position.
Sunday was not my best because it’s an old sermon, no audience due lockdown and no time to prepare! Lo and behold, I’m into Matthew 25 in Spanish!
January 25, 2022
