i hear birdsong from my writing room windows this morning, despite the gloomy weather. Not simply the experimental cheeps and trills of mornings past, these are complex sound-signals in a language i can't help but try to imitate when i walk the puppies. buddy always looks at me strangely when i do. for awhile i thought maybe he was impressed i speak bird, albeit badly, but then it occured to me that maybe he understands what they're saying and i don't.
i gathered up my lists this morning from the week. i was pleased to see how much i was able to get done. i've been able to develop routines within the overall structure, routines like throwing in the first load of laundry for the day after i take libby up the hill, and before i do my morning minutes on the treadmill.
it's important for me to have these structured pieces, propping up the hours of my day. without them, the minutes merge and blur and 8 AM becomes 4 PM in a blink. and as creative and satisfying and soothing as that OtherPlace may be, there is a hazy nether-space, that's not quite one, and not the other, a very easy place to become trapped. as deeply as i immerse myself, so fully must i disengage.
the best way for me to do that, apparently, is via list, spreadsheet and treadmill.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.