We are told that in heaven everything is fine. Here we have fine evenings and fine mornings and days that are warm rather than hot, and I have accomplished so much I can chill out this fine Labor Day. You know, I have not worked at a job, as such, in the sense of being on a payroll, in over twenty years, but I've been active and productive every day. No slug-a-bed am I, nor am I a couch potato, and I never have been such a one. I can't sit still that long. I have to be doing something. If I am not doing something with my body I am doing something with my brain, but frequently both at once.
I am giving some thought to the use of a dust mask when I work outdoors because the vegetation is so dense and the soil now is probably full of mold and bacteria that might be an issue for someone my age. I believe I've reached the point of needing to take my age into consideration, darn it.
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