weekending || day 273 & 274

Any more, the weekend does not feel much different then any other day of the week. I wonder what that says about us, other than we are not church goers? Yesterday he drives East of the mountains to say goodby to a work buddy, who is retiring to London. (I hope we really do visit). Today we have brunch with old friends. We talk about medicare and retirement funds and grandchildren ( I talk about the dogs and the chickens).  


i meditate for almost 20 minutes, which is awesome, i pull the bat card and work on letting go, and starting a new chapter, i snuggle with the dog, put out the fall candles and table runner, and delete that stupid game from my iPad.