|The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.)||The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.)||The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.)|
I Could Never Survive A Russian Winter
I'm feeling okay today so far. I should go to the gym. I plan to nag Dave into cleaning off the kitchen table. Then I'm going to make some soup. (Make some soup? Where in the hell did that come from? I have no intention of making soup today. I probably should do some laundry.)
We're focusing on cleaning out the storage unit, which probably means that we'll be living like the Collyer Brothers for awhile. Ugh. I hate it. I love getting rid of stuff, but I hate actually going through the motions of getting rid of stuff.
It's a nice day. Cloudless sky and somewhat cold.