January 8, 2010
Today was made holy. It was set apart for making phone calls to my mom and mo-in-law, and for straightening up the place. I finally had time to do some honest to goodness what I call de-cluttering. Ironically, it was my son who noticed and said--when he came downstairs after sleeping-in quite late because it was another snow day, sigh--"The downstairs looks really nice." Ah, to have someone notice. But it's not enough for someone to notice; one must hear the words, hear the recognition. Does recognition mean cognition again? Retire: get tired again??