Day off, Giraffes, The Worst of the Great Readers.

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1) I booked today off work because of having a medical procedure done yesterday morning and being informed that I shouldn't 'make any business decisions or sign contracts' for 24 hours afterwards.  Well, I don't really do either of those things at my job, but I also don't need much of an excuse to take a day off apparently, and so I got a long weekend.

And by long weekend I mean I went to pick up a free bag of cat food being offered through the local neighbourhood buy nothing site, then went to visit my 82yo mother in law for her birthday and ran an errand for her, and then came home and made a shepherd's pie, two loaves of banana bread, a pork cottage roll with vegetables, a stock pot of spaghetti sauce and the filling for cabbage rolls.

Honestly I felt fine anyway and could probably just have gone to work against doctor's orders, but as I said, I'm not one to look a gift vacation in the...mouth?  That sort of fell apart there a bit at the end, didn't it?

2) Best headline today?

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Asteroid half the size of a giraffe strikes

Earth off coast of Iceland

3) I'm not sure exactly how my book reading has fallen so very much to pieces these days. It might be that I usually read on the commute to and from work, and now I play a game of Wordle, and then a game of Quordle, and THEN sometimes a game of Semantle. None of which is a problem in and of itself but all together does not give me much in the way of reading time. Probably should stop playing word games and looking up recipes I'll never have time to make and gardens I'll never have space to grow and lessons I'll never be able to teach...and just read something edifying.

4) Actually I did successfully read one book this week (it sounds so strange to say that. One book. A solitary book. In a WEEK.) and it was Brother Andrew's classic - God's Smuggler. Not the first time I've read it but it remains riveting and fascinating and ranks up there with Father Ciszek's With God In Russia as one of my favourite mid-20th century Christian memoirs.
I'll go to bed now, at 8pm, and read a chapter of something before sleep. Probably. Sigh. It's a season.