Why yes I'm procrastinating
It's Friday evening, almost 9:15.
I need to meditate, and I have to get up relatively early tomorrow morning and drive 45 miles for my masonic day: discussion group, then lunch, then setting up the lodge, 90 minutes or so of ritual/meeting, then taking down and packing up the lodge, then a 45 mile drive home.* But I'm sitting here at my computer making frivolous blog posts.
There's nothing wrong with frivolous blog posts, but this really isn't a good time for it.
But I'm happy to be here, and it feels good to be happy and frivolous again after so much time in darkness and grief.
* There may be a visit to a pirate bar before driving home. . .
I need to meditate, and I have to get up relatively early tomorrow morning and drive 45 miles for my masonic day: discussion group, then lunch, then setting up the lodge, 90 minutes or so of ritual/meeting, then taking down and packing up the lodge, then a 45 mile drive home.* But I'm sitting here at my computer making frivolous blog posts.
There's nothing wrong with frivolous blog posts, but this really isn't a good time for it.
But I'm happy to be here, and it feels good to be happy and frivolous again after so much time in darkness and grief.
* There may be a visit to a pirate bar before driving home. . .
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