It’s been the blahest day of days. The chillier weather has returned, the clouds moved in on us and physically held off the sun, and I have no enthusiasm to accomplish anything but documentaries.

Yesterday’s anticipation for incredibly bad weather reached a feverish height of anxiety on social media, and continued, even when it was clearly apparent that the weather was going to pass around us with barely even a wink or a nod. I believe some of the fears were rooted with today being the fiftieth anniversary of the Xenia tornado, and the ones that ravaged Indiana, but there were a few that felt the need to charge the bandwagon of anxiousness.  Although the Miami Valley was spared, other areas in the Midwest were not lucky.

I concluded Monday’s teaching evening with a great deal of satisfaction. Three new students joined The Studio, and I am super excited to work with each of them as they already exhibited a strong work ethic. Again, there was apprehension of impending bad weather, but it remained calm and clear.

Mama Kay, some of the After-Mass Gals, and I made it to Taco Tuesday by 12:45 PM, keeping an eye on the threatening skies. Last evening, I opted to not go to The Neon to see a movie, even when I knew we were not to be blasted by the weather. Instead, I accomplished a good deal of research and am proud to say my typed notes, categorized and single-spaced, climbed from 87 pages to 124 pages. I am hoping to knock out more, this evening.

Around 1:40 PM, I took off for Kroger on No. 17 South to grab some vegetables. I thought I had a full 30-40 minutes, but upon checking, discovered there was a northbound bus arriving in fourteen minutes. Boy, did I ever move through the store, skirting lethargic fellow shoppers, and feeling like a movie stuntman maneuvering around stock-folks with skids and a cart boy pushing a long line of carts from the parking lot. I had three minutes to spare before the bus arrived.

Chief seems to be moving into the late or final stages of degenerative myelopathy, but he is still a full participant in The Haasienda group activities which consist mostly of lounging in my study, lounging in my bedroom, and the backyard activities of pottying and sniffing out the borders. The dear old boy has even joined Colonel Deeds in some mild play, but at some point he recognizes there’s a huge gap in their thirteen years. I know that soon, I will need to make the hideous decision when his mobility begins to fully incapacitate him. It’s heartbreaking. Sometimes I will shut the gate to my study so I can lay down beside him without the others, especially the youngest two, bouncing all over us.

There is still time to make it a great day!