1) My third-floor neighbor has been working like a farmer, dawn to well after dark, preparing the property for their open house, which I think is this weekend. Scraping and fixing and repainting steps and trim and porches, installing a new rain chain, etc. Last night I came home and he was spreading a truckload of mulch! I’m in awe of his energy.
2) Parlor coffee and devotional just after 5 AM; couldn’t sleep. In the Lamsa Bible a #MeToo story: Tamar taken by her brother Amnon. Saddening and angering in turn. Mother’s marginalia: “COUNT THE COST. BETTER TO DO ACCORDING TO CUSTOM.”
3) Last night I came home full of action items, and then . . . and then I saw a post on ye Fycebykke about some doofus trying to dry off a football field with gasoline, and I thought “Oh, I’ll comment with one of those fail videos about some doofus making his grill explode by using too much lighter fluid.” Bad idea. It led me down a rabbit hole of fail videos that distracted me over half an hour.
3a) Worse, I could feel myself becoming stupider, but could not look away. My brain was rotting, and I could tell. Back in 2008 or so I went through my phase with ye Failleblygge (this coincided roughly with the end of my eBay phase) - but I got out of it! It’s not even a good way to relax, watching all this fail. Needless to say, I didn’t accomplish as much as I’d hoped.