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Perpetual Ruminations
#1104000 added December 19, 2025 at 11:11pm
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A Busy Day
| I slept in for a change and likely needed the rest. After getting up and having my coffee, we loaded up the dogs and drove into town to fill the five and three-gallon water jugs we use for our drinking water since ours is so heavy with iron. Then we returned home and dropped off the water and the dogs before we took off to deliver some Christmas cards to relatives in the area. Normally, we mail them, but this year I thought delivering them would be nice. Also, with my chemo infusions all spring, surgery in July, and then more chemo through the fall, I haven't been up to visiting them, and since I'm still not recovered fully, I likely won't make the Christmas get-together since it's at a home with a lot of cats and I'm allergic. After dropping off cards and visiting it got kind of late, so for the first time in months, we went out to eat. I had a junk basket, an assortment of deep-fried goodies, and my wife had a small pizza. The food was good, but way more than I could eat. I did my best, but there was still plenty to bring home. After our meal, we stopped to pick up some groceries, and that's when the stomach pain hit. I knew it would, but it was even more intense, and I was barely able to finish shopping. Now, I'm wiped out; it was too much for the day, but it was an enjoyable overdoing it. My stomach has settled down, and I'm about ready to call it a day and head off to bed. Note to self: Do not overdo things, just take it easy and give it time. |
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My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?"
"Writing is my passion."
