It was my first time, this morning, to talk to someone in Lithuania and to someone in Peru.
In Peru, it’s Winter. Although their current temperature is about the same as Brandon’s. It is supposed to be Summer in Brandon. This morning, I had to pull my seat pants out of the attic where I had them stored for Summer.
Examination of conscience: a daily task. Book-keeping is never neglected by anyone in business.
And is there any business worth more than the business of eternal life?
When their religious depth vanishes, things become
mere transparent surfaces behind which nothingness
can be discerned.
Un gran amor es una sensualidad bien ordenada.
It is hot in Brandon.
How hot?
It’s thunder storming now.
Rain not welcome at this instant in history. There are already floods.
There was all the rain yesterday.
There were those World Cup games.
The people I was teaching to and I was teaching English with had a rupture, overnight my time. I learned about it this morning from one side. Now, I have to hear the other side of the story. I’m stuck in the middle again….
We got about four inches of rain last night. Lots of photos and videos of flooding around Brandon:
This was some flooding a block from my Mom’s house.
The basement is okay now.
It rained last night. Surely, you realize by looking at the photo.
Today, an easy morning. I start a fund raising shift at 10:00 AM at a place close to here.
It rains in summer as well as winter.
Rain, rain, rain. Go away!
I want to sleep!
I got things to put off doing.
Change of weather is the discourse of fools.
Last night’s strong wind left a lot of branches on the ground, and a coat of dirt on many houses and buildings. The dirt may require power washing to remove.
