I wouldn’t call it a rut. It’s just the routine for now. Routines are good – especially when there is so much to get accomplished:
Washing GN’s hair.
Braiding GN’s hair.
Algebra homework. (solving algebraic fractions)
Eating, sleeping, cooking, cleaning.
Eighth-grade girls fast-pitch softball. GN attends despite the cast on her thumb. She sits with her team in the dugout.
Discussing/writing GN’s autobiography. We’ve completed year ten . . . .
Ruts have benefits. Well-worn tracks show the obvious way to a destination. Ruts cut deep enough prevent deviation.
Routines have benefits. With little thought, we can do things according to a schedule or plan just to stay abreast of the load.
This post has nothing to do with soup. It’s just my alternative way of saying, “Same Stuff, Different Day.” But . . . now that I’ve brought it up, the different soups I’ve made in the same old pot have been sustaining us during this busy period. (month, season, trimester, decade . . .)
Goodnight and I can do this! The end is in sight. My end is closer than hers. I am approaching my Summer Retirement Internship-Part 1.
Yea . . .