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:
Work/school
Washing GN’s hair.
Braiding GN’s hair.
Packing lunches.
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 . . .
I like this attitude toward rut/routine. Sometimes I feel like I’m not getting anything done. But the reality is that routine is getting the basics done every day, and it just feels like nothing is getting done although every daily necessity is getting done.