For the first time in a month, Sunday did not ask that I gussy myself up even incrementally and transport myself to a memorial service. I was grateful for that. Instead, I was able to keep getting things done on Sunday, clearing the roof of leaves and also the patio, for a second time in one weekend -- as always making a mockery of me, but at least it keeps them out of the mud room, and thus Mary happy.
I then installed new LED bulbs in the basement in place of old and dead fluorescent ones. All of a sudden, I saw the basement in a whole new light and was inspired to take action to begin the long, long delayed problem of cleaning it up. I put some things over here, others over there, all told created more usable floor space. With the aid of an old and decrepit broom, I abated a bunch of cobwebs.
My mind raced back to the pandemic when many people were posting videos on their social networks of choice showing how they cleaned out basements and sheds. "That looks like a fine idea," I thought to myself. Instead, I decided and then proceeded to increase the frequency of my blogging. But the idea never really left my mind, lingering and niggling back there in the back. As with many people, social media begat invidious self-comparison. Thankfully, I appear to be incrementally more resistent to it than most, though I seem to be falling victim at long last.
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