God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds today. Have you used one to say ‘thank you?’
William Arthur Ward
No I was not worshipping Satan. I was on my knees cutting wood and preparing the woodstove for this mornings fire.
I watched an episode of SG1 about the Ori, who represented evil using fire as a prop. It made me think of cults. On the tv series the Ori were a dangerous cult.
I was outside already gathering snow. Early this morning I heard a familiar crash the giant bowl full of water was dumped onto the ground.
Another pallet was scrificed to the God of the woodstove. I am yet again babysitting the fire waiting for it to get to hot for cats to attack the bowl of snow.
I cut more wood while I waited and brought a full box of litter and traded for the empty one. Like I said before I have been shoveling that in the firebox. It is wood pelletts, cat poop, and cat urine. It helps heat the house.
Again I did too much emanual, e man uel labour. I just tried shoveling the poop bombs off the floor. I told myself that it would be less work to do when frozen. Now they were frozen to the floor.
They do this near a french door that leads to my unheated wood work shop. Several of the panes have been broken over the years. I have covered the holes in plastic. It is not enough to keep out all of the cold.
While was furiously attacking poop bombs with a shovel my back gave in. My upper back. I decided it was time for breakfast and coffee.
Sitting way back in my office chair gave me much needed relief from the pain.
The bad part, my boiled water was ready, my coffee and fixins not so much. I had to relive this morning’s pain in order to make a cup and some food.
Inside my coffee cup some of last nights coffee. I drank that, it was sold it gave e a brain freeze.
The fixins were readied and the anticipated firt pour was done.
While I watched that happen I checked Amazon to see when Novembers orders would arrive. I was horrified. Dates started next year, from Jan 9 to 28th. That wasn’t Decembers orders. It was as I said in a previous post The postal union is angry and wrkers are working slow.
