ANYTHING THAT HAS TO BE HIDDEN

After the harrowing hell of heat at the end of last week, we had an absolutely delicious summer day today. It was just a schosh too hot, but a wee drab of humidity kept the air soft. There were enough clouds to keep the light from penetrating/piercing. And oh the quiet of a neighborhood ... very nice.

My day was productive, if not reflective. My attention to and motivation for housekeeping and just generally picking up around continue at a moderate improvement level (did that make any sense). It seems as if those weeks of frustration yielded (I always feel the past tense of yield should be yielt) some neuron-level changes as well as habitual ones. And my brother Michael does not believe people can change. It was a struggle, but change was accomplished.

Meanwhile, I am delving deeper into social media jobs which might be just the ticket for me. I spent the usual amount of time snorkeling around the interwebs and editing on r88r.net.

Then I had one of those sweet cool naps. Miep, the non-cuddler, did stretch out along my side so that she could have a belly rub while I dozed.

I finally finished reading Tove Jansson's The Summer Book (appropriate for this day). As Rebecca Reads notes, there are plenty of gems and observations that make this book a "revisiter."

I liked this one:

"... anything that has to be hidden is a burden."