contemplativeMy wife went to bed this afternoon to sleep. She goes back to work tomorrow night. She has been off six nights. I often wonder what our life together will be like when she is retired from professional nursing. I have found retirement a rich spiritual blessing.
My wife tells me she finds it hard to slow her brain down. I tell her that her brain is is always speeding due to the fast pace of modern life. I tell her once she is retired in time she will notice her brain slowing down to a normal pace. When I retired from the work force it took me two years to get back to my natural brain flow.
So the first day of a new week goes by. Not much else to report this afternoon. Well I will go back to reading my books.
I did want to mention that if I was to write a book about my birth mother I would start with a memory that my mother was locked in a closet by her mother when she was a teenager. I never knew my mother's mother. I never really knew my own birth mother. I never knew my birth father. I was born a bastard.
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